New Orleans to San Francisco

Our last leg on the mainland of America commenced today. It was an afternoon flight so we had a leisurely morning, caught a bus out to the airport, checked in for our flight and waited. And waited and ate. And waited and ate a bit more as it looked more than likely that we would miss dinner tonight.
After two hours of delays we were on our way. Apparently there were weather problems, low clouds is how the story goes, in San Francisco and a backlog of flights attempting to land. Who knows. But we were delayed.
We arrived safe and sound in San Francisco, grabbed our bags (after Karen’s experience with United we breathed a heavy sigh of relief when we saw the bags spit out of the chute and onto the carrousel) and headed out into the night air for a shuttle to our AirBnB.
The shuttle van was an older vehicle and the driver drove like a bat out of hell swerving in and out of traffic and across multiple lanes. But I am here to write the story so we did arrive and in one piece.Read more