Up early today. By 8am. That’s 5 am to you west coast mortals. Everything quick. Shower. Breakfast. Shut down next door. Clean up here.
We are now sitting and waiting for the dryer here and next door to be done. Last thing. Of course, one more stop at the dump and off to in laws. We get rid of the 86 Buick wagon, the Twinnie mobile, and get a ride to Portland where we catch a bus to Boston. Where our airport is. Boy, this is fun. Beyond fun. What is beyond fun?
Anyhow, I am getting ahead of myself. We are still sitting on the bed waiting on the last dryer load. Then out, as I said. Emily is trying to navigate the Air BnB site for our camp. She needs to share the bookings with our cleaning lady. By the tone of her pointed comments, it ain’t working. Their site is horrible for landlords. Awful. I do hate them. Why should I have to call them? But that appears to be the solution.
We are finally on the road to Portland. Took an act of God but we are in motion. I can’t blog much cuz I get car sick. So relax for awhile and I will be back. Hank is driving and it’s pouring outside and his driving is very scary. Fortunately he has a back seat driver, Beth. Also scary.
Trip to Portland was over long due to the rain. We arrived at the Boston bus at 128 and it turns out there is a 130 bus. So we jumped right on. And I mean right on. Nice bus. Shows movies, has WiFi and free bottles water. I like it far more than air travel.
We had a smooth uninterrupted rainy drive to the Boston airport. We grabbed our boarding passes and headed to security. We are not hurrying, we don’t leave till 9 pm. Well, security was a nightmare. It’s as if they have never done it before. Took over an hour. In a short line. Amazing.
When we finally got through we decided to get a meal. Normally, all airport food is bad. Or bland. Which is the same. Well, we ate at Stephanie’s in Logan airport. Everything was excellent. Drinks, apps, sinner. Great. Like it’s not an airport. If you go to Boston airport eat there. I am blown away.
After early dinner we found our gate and set up camp. I went to the cash exchange and purchased a cash card. No fees. They even have me 40$ on the card. Nice. In the process he had to check my id. Turns out my passport is expired. Oops. Wel, after much haranguing I am not making my flight tonight. Emily goes on alone. I have to go the the passport office, about two miles away and get an extension on expiration date. Emily was very upset and I am right there with her. I hung around the airport till she got on the plane. Then I found a cheap and close hotel to spend the night. No other choice.
Once I was at the hotel I started the calls. First to the airline. The gate agent had said they could put me in the next flight tomorrow. Wrong. The airline said I needed to pony up $8109 for a seat. NFW. They suggested I call the booking agent. They could do nothing. I had insurance on the flight and I called them. They were not open so I will call tomorrow when I figure they will nicely tell me to go to hell.
At this point, it’s fish or cut bait. I booked another flight and will be arriving one day late. And lot more up on how the travel industry makes money by screwing us. I was glad to get the seat. And I do have a travel voucher good for one year on an airline I will never fly on again.
The hotel I am staying in is a 3 out of 5 online rated. It deserves it. Mostly clean but very tired in appearance. But I picked on price. It’s 145 am and I am getting up in 4 1/2 hours. Gotta get to passport office early to avoid whatever rush Friday brings. This is crap.
Just an update for avid (rabid) fans. Asleep around 3. Up at 6 before my alarm. Getting up early means I can feel and look like shit at the same time. Yay me. Hi Ed!