#$%&##@ American Airlines!

 My new flying record.

 

5 flights. 3 different airlines. 4 major cities. 43 freaking hours.

 

Ooohhh... not to forget, a 3 month old baby in tow.

 

*faint mode*

 

 

 

It all started with the delay in Midland. From 11:40 am to 12:55 pm to 3:10 pm. Because of that, I had to reschedule my original travel plan, Midland-Dallas-Frankfurt-Kuala Lumpur to Midland-Dallas-Paris-Kuala Lumpur. Reason being, American Airlines has a contract with an unreliable carrier. They cancel the flight as they like, and show up only when they feel like it, as being told by the AA representative.

 

Well, another route doesn't seem so bad, even though I was bummed because of the new seating arrangement. I booked the bassinet for all the flights, but I guess I might not be able to see it somehow. Oh well...

 

Once I arrived in Dallas, everything was fine and dandy, until....

 

We were told 10 minutes prior to departure (not boarding) that the airplane that we were supposed to ride on has a cracked blade.

 

Like seriouslllyyyyy???

 

It will take about an hour and a half to get a new airplane ready so guess what, I will miss my connection in Paris too!

 

*gggrrrrrrrrr*

 

So I had to go to the counter again, to get a new route.

 

"You will have to fly to Ho Chi Minh after Paris, then Kuala Lumpur. You will arrive some time in noon (and not 7 am)".

 

I hate the fact that I have to travel to an extra airport, but oh well, what can I do about it.

 

Once we landed in Paris, the cabin crew was paging for me. Apparently I won't be able to make it to Ho Chi Minh too, and that now I have to travel through Cairo. Arrival time in Kuala Lumpur now will be at 6 pm.

 

*mommy criessssss*

 

Anyhow, I have to get out from the airport, because the local AA counter will be there. After endless discussion, I was given 2 options; fly through Cairo at Terminal 1 (we were in Terminal 2), or through London and Hong Kong at Terminal 2.

 

For those who has been through Charles De Gaulle airport, you should know how inconvenient the airport is. To change terminal, you have to walk quite  a way, and wait for a bus to take you there. The bus doesn't run quite often, and the ride takes some time too. Once you arrive at Terminal 1, you will need to take the stairs (no elevator, sorry) up. Thinking about the 2 bags and a stroller that I have, I start to feel nausea.

 

Fine, London it is.

 

Once I get the boarding passes from British Airways, the friendly representative told me "Madam, you need to check in your stroller from here. You will get it outside the airplane in London, but for now, we have to check it in".

 

Oh, crap.

 

So off we went through the security and what not, with Aaron in my arms. Imagine me trying to get the laptop out of my bag with one hand, and holding my baby with my other arm.

 

*free biceps/triceps workout*

 

Anywayyyy....

 

For the flight from London to Hong Kong, I was honored for a baby bassinet. Except it is not really a bassinet, more like a rocker. Babies can only lay down on their back, and not on their belly. Which, unfortunately, is the way Aaron sleeps. On his belly.

 

T__T

 

Luckily I am all fluffy, so I became the new mattress.

 

When we arrived in Hong Kong, we were assisted by the local ground crew from door to door. Thank you Cathay Pacific! Mannn.. I was all relieved once we boarded the plane. Our final plane.

 

 

 Throughout the unfortunate series of event, I am somehow thankful that,

 

1. Aaron was soooo nice! I was kinda expecting him to throw tantrum. I would. But he didn't. I can tell he was really tired, but he was being cool about it.

 

2. Those helpful and friendly ground crews. Thank you for making my life easier. It's not your fault, it's American Airlines fault.

 

 

 

Last but not least....

 

 

 

HELLO MALAYSIAAAAA!