Can we get there? Yes we can!

For those of you who have been anxiously waiting to hear how things turned out-

Our flight was delayed an additional 45 minutes after the 30 minute delay in my last post. When it came time for out flight to be called, they instead called the flight that had been delayed until after ours. You know the one I mean- the one that were originally scheduled to be on and transferred from to get on the earlier flight. The one that they had to pull our checked bag off of so that it could go with us. And this new and supposedly improved flight was delayed for as long as it would take for the plane to go to Kona and come back for us. There were a few seats left on the flight and all of us poor unlucky souls rushed to the counter to try to get them. I was fourth in line. By the time they took care of all the people who leaned over the barrier at the front of the line to talk to the agents (who should have been taking care of us), the seats were gone.

We are assuming that this is when our bag was probably pulled off of the plane to wait for the next flight. You know- the bag that had been pulled from another plane to be put on this one. And so, resigned to another delay, we went back to our seats.

After all of the lucky passengers had left the gate area, they called out three more names, including the “Saver” party. Hmm ... should I check it out.? I went over to the counter, where there was still a crowd. I leaned over the barricade and after about 60 anxious seconds of trying to get the agent’s attention, I asked if he meant “Seaver.”

Yes, Yes Yes! He did mean Seaver! I sprinted over to O with the good news. We grabbed our bags and ran to the gate and across the tarmac and onto the plane. Oh, the joy. After five hours of waiting (without food, because we were warned to stay near the gate, meaning we couldn’t go look for food elsewhere) we were on the plane. And there were still 7 seats left. Lo and behold, after a few minutes all of our power strip’s new friends got on the plane. We waited while our bag was moved one more time and away we went.

We got our car without incident and headed to the condo.

At the condo, we phoned the after hours helper to get the code to the lock box and headed to our unit. We entered the code and, you guessed it, it didn’t work. We tried again- no luck. O went back to the office phone to call for assistance while I waited at the door. He phoned me with a new code number. No luck! They had us try the same numbers several times (don’t ask me why, I don’t know what they thought might change). Then they gave us a new code and sent us to a different unit for the night. We went to the new unit, where there was no lock box to use the code on! So it was back to the office to call again. New code for yet another unit. Finally, success.

Needless to say, it was a long day, and I think our bag actually got to travel a lot more than we did.