We were in the second to last row of the plane. Therefore we were among the first of the economy class passengers to board. Since the plane had some seats to spare we ended up with the 4 seat center section to ourselves. We spread out, stowed our bags under the center seats affording ourselves legroom and took turns laying out across the center seats during the night hours of the flight in an attempt to "plane sleep". I have never been successful at sleeping on a plane, I envy those who claim they can. I dozed, played games on the video screen on the back of the seat in front of me, drank white wine and generally whiled away 8 hours of my life. Through the plane's windows as we land is a view of lush farmland, small, quaint clusters of buildings and scores of wind turbines.
Customs took only seconds, our luggage arrived in near record time and we grabbed a cab into the city. We rode through graffiti scarred areas of the city. In Vienna the romantic Danube river is a canal, it needed to be tamed due to frequent flooding, it's concrete sides have, over the years,been turned into a colorful citizen's canvas.
We arrived at our hotel at 9:30 in the morning, a full 11 hours earlier than expected, Our room would not be available until 2 that afternoon so we stashed our luggage in the hotel storage room among stacks of sheets, pillows and roll away beds and running on pure adrenaline at that point, grabbed a tourist map from the front desk and set out.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Friday, September 27, 2019
Austria and Prague 2019 - A Tale of a Confusing Beginning and Travel Luck
So this was our plan, in order to make the airfare affordable we were to fly to Lisbon, layover 6 hours then continue to Vienna. There we would spend one day and two nights. We would continue by train to Salzburg, where we would stay for two nights. Then we would end our trip with three nights in Prague, a place we had discussed visiting for the better part of ten years.
The night before our departure we received a rather confusing text message regarding our flight having been delayed. The next morning we checked Air Portugal's website and it reported the flight leaving at its scheduled time. So, luggage in hand, we ordered a UBER and headed towards O'hare.
The driver's GPS had him wind through a number of the neighborhoods on Chicago's north side, scenic but not particularly efficient. En route we received an email telling us our 6 p.m. flight was delayed seven hours. It was now scheduled to depart at 1 a.m. The Air Portugal app still listed the flight leaving as originally scheduled. We continued to O'Hare. Upon arriving at the airport we discovered that our flight to Lisbon was, indeed, delayed for seven hours which would mean we would miss our connecting flight to Vienna. Questions were mounting. Would we have to scrub Vienna from our plans altogether? Would we be paying for a hotel room we wouldn't be using if we were further delayed?
We got in line at the Air Portugal counter with several other concerned and confused flyers. After waiting an hour Air Portugal employees appeared. A young man in a soiled white dress shirt said "Oh, your connecting flight will be leaving before this one arrives." We dryly informed him that we were aware of this. He pushed a few buttons on his keyboard and proclaimed "There is a non stop to Vienna on Austria Airlines that leaves at 4:30 and arrives in Vienna at 8:30 a.m." After pushing a few more buttons he handed us our passports and directed us to the Air Austria desk where they would issue our boarding passes. It was now 3 p.m.
So, in summary, our flight that was scheduled to leave at 6 p.m. with the 6 hour layover would put us in Vienna at 7 p.m. the next day. We, however, were now booked on a non stop to Vienna, which would be leaving earlier then our original flight, that would deliver us to Vienna at 8:30 a.m. the next day, ten and a half hours before our initially scheduled arrival time. Not only would we not miss Vienna we would pick up an extra day there. We rushed through security to the gate.
The night before our departure we received a rather confusing text message regarding our flight having been delayed. The next morning we checked Air Portugal's website and it reported the flight leaving at its scheduled time. So, luggage in hand, we ordered a UBER and headed towards O'hare.
The driver's GPS had him wind through a number of the neighborhoods on Chicago's north side, scenic but not particularly efficient. En route we received an email telling us our 6 p.m. flight was delayed seven hours. It was now scheduled to depart at 1 a.m. The Air Portugal app still listed the flight leaving as originally scheduled. We continued to O'Hare. Upon arriving at the airport we discovered that our flight to Lisbon was, indeed, delayed for seven hours which would mean we would miss our connecting flight to Vienna. Questions were mounting. Would we have to scrub Vienna from our plans altogether? Would we be paying for a hotel room we wouldn't be using if we were further delayed?
We got in line at the Air Portugal counter with several other concerned and confused flyers. After waiting an hour Air Portugal employees appeared. A young man in a soiled white dress shirt said "Oh, your connecting flight will be leaving before this one arrives." We dryly informed him that we were aware of this. He pushed a few buttons on his keyboard and proclaimed "There is a non stop to Vienna on Austria Airlines that leaves at 4:30 and arrives in Vienna at 8:30 a.m." After pushing a few more buttons he handed us our passports and directed us to the Air Austria desk where they would issue our boarding passes. It was now 3 p.m.
So, in summary, our flight that was scheduled to leave at 6 p.m. with the 6 hour layover would put us in Vienna at 7 p.m. the next day. We, however, were now booked on a non stop to Vienna, which would be leaving earlier then our original flight, that would deliver us to Vienna at 8:30 a.m. the next day, ten and a half hours before our initially scheduled arrival time. Not only would we not miss Vienna we would pick up an extra day there. We rushed through security to the gate.
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