Last on board!

I had to travel to Boston for a meeting this past weekend and I opted to fly out early Saturday morning and get back home late the next night. My itinerary had me on the 6am US airways out of Baltimore-Washington (BWI), connecting in Pittsburgh (PIT) within a 30 minute window to arrive in Boston at 9am. (Of course, I could have taken a non-stop flight, but that would only give me half the number of miles for the same price!)

My journey had four segments in all: two each way. Baltimore-Pittsburgh-Boston and Boston-New York-Baltimore.
I didn't stick to any of the four flights however! Talk about planning...

Saturday morning:
4am: Got up n(note, I don't say woke up!); had my morning tea; took a quick shower and logged in for a quick email check. My 'quick mail check' turned out to not so quick after all.

5:05am: Look at the watch. Whoops! The flight leaves in less than an hour!

5:05:00-5:07:00: Throw in a change of clothes into the bag; stuff the printout of the boarding pass (I had checked in online the previous night). Hunt for a towel.

5:07:30: Still no sign of my travel towel. Think of giving up search.
5:07:40: Decide to do a last sweep.
5:07:54: Find towel. Stuff that in. Grab keys.
5:08:15: Turn off lights in the room; sprint to the living room; wear shoes. Run to my car. (Shoot! Its raining!)
5:09:40: Coughs to life - my car, not me.
5:10:00: Exit apartment complex.
5:12:00: Enter the B-W parkway (highway to the airport).

5:16:00: Encounter a left-lane-hugging low-life (LLHLL).
5:16:10: Flash light. And speed away.
5:18:24: Another LLHLL.
5:18:38: Still behind the same LLHLL.
5:19:35: Forced to pass on right.
5:27:00: Signs to airport... yippie!
5:33:00: Pull into daily parking garage.
5:35:23: Park car; make a dash to the nearest shuttle bus stop.
5:36:00: Come on, come on, come on! Where is the bus?!
5:38:00: Contemplate running to the terminal.
5:38:30: Reconsider - it is raining and I don't have an umbrella.
5:39:23: The shuttle bus arrives!
5:41:00: Still on bus - waiting at the traffic light.
5:43:10: First stop at the terminal. Though my flight leaves from the next terminal, alight at the first stop thinking its faster to run than wait for the bus to move.
5:43:45: Running on wet sidewalk - stupid idea. Slow down running speed.
5:44:45: Inside D terminal! Join the long security lane!
5:53:00: Still in security line. Move it, people!
5:55:10: A flight attendant cuts in front - ugh.
5:55:20: Bag, shoes, wallet, keys all go through the X-ray.
5:56:30: Finally, past security check. No time to wear shoes. Grab shoes in one hand, jacket in the other, toss shoulder bag on the back. Run, Forrest, run!!
5:59:34: Still running, dodging holiday-makers and their HUGE bags. The gate is at the other end of the terminal D-45. Run down the final flight of stairs. Turn right. Spot the gate agents.
6:00:10: At the gate finally!

Customer agent (CA): Which flight, sir?
Me: The one to Pittsburgh.
CA: Sorry, sir. You missed the flight.
Me: Is it still at the gate? Has it pushed back yet?
CA: Sir, you missed it. What is your final destination?
Me: Boston.
CA: (Typing furiously). Tell you what, I'll get you on this plane (there is a plane to Philly boarding at the moment).
Me: When does the connecting flight from Philly reach Boston?
CA: Umm.. 8:54.
Me: (inwardly, yaaye! that is a whole 6 minutes before my actual flight!) Ok. Many thanks.
CA to another CA who is handling boarding for the Philly flight: Wait, don't close the door. One more coming up.

So at 6:04am, I run down the jetway and board the plane to Philly. The last one to board the plane. Phew.

The flight and the connecting one was both quite uneventful. We landed in Boston a few minutes earlier than scheduled but spent 20 minutes taxiing (oh, joy).

Sunday evening:
My return flight is scheduled to depart at 7:00p. I reach the airport at 6 to find that my flight is delayed by over an hour. Looks like many flights are running late. The 5:00p shuttle hasn't departed yet. I go to the gate to see if I can get on that plane. Turns out I can! The plane was about to leave and they didn't have time to print a new boarding pass for me! The gate agent took my 7:00p boarding pass and sent me scurrying down the jetway with the words "open seat". Again, I'm the last one to board the plane.

A short hop from Boston to New York. The pilots decided to stay high up longer than usual due to turbulence in lower altitudes. The quick descent wasn't exactly kind on my ears. Stuffed ears for a long time is no fun!

Same story at New York's Laguardia airport (LGA) - more delays! Thanks to the magic of standby, I put my name down for the earlier flight from LGA to Baltimore, which was delayed! You know where this is going - again the last one to board! Taking off runway 31 for a gorgeous view of Manhattan on the left, we cruised at 18,000 feet for a short 30 minute flight to Baltimore.

China Vs. My Husband

Well, not my husband! This poor Chinese lady tells her heart-wrenching story in today's Post. Her husband was taken away by the Chinese authorities on charges of "intentionally destroying property" and "assembling a crowd to disturb traffic" and tortured. Torture tactics used on him and three others would easily trump the American ones. Talk about "either you are with us or against us." Sick.
China Vs. My Husband - washingtonpost.com

The Monarch Butterfly Migration

The Monarch Butterfly Migration Mystery - Donald G. McNeil Jr. - New York Times
Absolutely fascinating read! I had heard of bird and animal migration over long distances; not about monarch butterflies that cover 4000 miles roundtrip! From Canada, across the US to Mexico and back up north. Who'dve thunk it?!

Can you imagine their less-than-pea sized brains guide them in this amazing endeavor? It's not like they learn from its parents. With a life expectancy of nine months, ma and pa butterflies don't live long enough to take them on this trip even once!

Check out http://www.monarchwatch.org/

A quote from the NYT article:

"But those lifting off anywhere from Montana to Maine must aim themselves carefully to avoid drowning in the Gulf of Mexico or hitting a dead end in Florida. The majority manage to thread a geographical needle, hitting a 50-mile-wide gap of cool river valleys between Eagle Pass and Del Rio, Tex".