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Homeward Bound

I should be in California right now. After two months in transit, I should be playing with my pets, recounting travel stories to my family and eagerly awaiting Thanksgiving. Make no mistake, I’m eager as hell for Thanksgiving, but the sentiment is from afar – still.


Instead of being back home, I’m sitting in the Vancouver airport on what appears to be a gloomy and frigid day outside. I’ve been here nearly three hours, after a flight from Tokyo, after spending a full 25 hours at the airport there. Why spend so much time at the airport? It certainly was not by choice.

Turns out, November 23 is a public holiday in Japan and as such public transportation operates on altered schedules. [It should be noted that Tokyo’s public transit is nuts to begin with; they have three subway and seven train networks that are all operated by different organizations, each having their own fare structure and scheduling policies.]

A trip that should have taken me less than hour, took 2 ½ hours. By the time I got to the airport and found the right desk of the right floor of the right wing of the right terminal – all while lugging 49 kilos of baggage around – my flight had already taxied into the queue for take-off. F.


And so it goes. A wonderful Air Canada employee (who spoke exquisite English)helped sort out my options:

  1.  Book it across town to Tokyo’s other airport and catch a midnight flight direct to San Fran for $3,944 Canadian.
  2. Snag a seat on an early morning Delta flight from Narita to SFO via Honolulu for only $3,860 Canadian.
  3. Re-book my current flight for the following day – same time – for a change reservation fee of $170USD.

Seems like a pretty obvious choice, but I must admit that I nearly plunked down 4k just to get the hell home.

Ultimately I made the responsible choice and settled on option three, leaving me with an entire day kill at the airport. I burned through Carl Hiaasen’s Basket Case (a remarkably quick read for 400+ pages), edited some photos, tried to sleep and waited.

“bed”

However, such events are not exactly unexpected. It’s become something of a tradition for things to go wrong on the homeward leg of my international trips:

  • Flying home from Paris after nine months of travel and study in Europe, I misread my flight info (damned military time), missed my flight, had a sleepover in Du Gaul, then got stranded in DC the next day as it was the same day as the whole “liquid explosives” debacle in London.
  • In transit from Thailand to Australia a family tragedy caused all travel plans to change and I spent the better part of a day shuttling around STA offices and the Melbourne airport to get a flight home.
  • Returning from La Paz, Bolivia was a complete nightmare.

And now this gem. Good news? Mishaps like this really no longer phase me. And especially this time…I camped with a banana muffin, a grande chai latte and Christmas music blaring in a Starbucks for about six hours, which isn’t too shabby.


But here’s the kicker – when it finally came time to board the plane, the flight was delayed by over an hour. Had this happened the day before, I would have had plenty of time to make the original flight. *sigh*

Sidebar: I’ve slept in my fair share of airports overnight, but Narita’s system is be far the best (mostly because they have a system at all). There’s a designated lounge to sleep in that’s constantly manned by a security guard (even though the whole airport is shut down anyways) and each overnight passenger registers their passport so security knows who you are if you choose to wander around.