It started Saturday night when we were still in Montreal, Vicki and I both received text messages saying our flight from Paris to Casablanca on Sunday afternoon was canceled. The guy at the gate wouldn't book us on another flight and told us to wait until Paris. We finally arrived at the Paris airport and sat on the tarmac for 2 hours. After that we stood in line for 5 hours to get booked on another flight scheduled for Monday afternoon. We got a hotel voucher and went to the hotel. In the meantime, Alanna got a standby ticket for the 9 pm flight and we told her to go ahead and go to Morocco, if she can.
The four of us went to supper at a restaurant in our hotel complex and it was called Courtepaille. My mouth watered over the steak, which I had with green beans - my favourite dinner meal. I finished the meal with 3 scoops of ice cream. It was the best part of the day.
After supper, I heard from Alanna that her flight was cancelled and she was given the run-around. I got a hold of our group leader and told him of our situation. I asked him to send me the hotel details for Meknes, where we are supposed to be staying tonight or for Fez, where our group will be tomorrow and the night after that.
After a night of sleep and a shower, we went for breakfast and the first thing I saw was pain au chocolat and it was truly divine. How I love them. Brekkie was yummy and very satisfying. It gave us fuel for another day of the Aeroport de Paris and Air France, both SUCK!
Yahoo! We finally have Alanna with us and we listened to her ordeal. She stood/slept in line for 12 hours and got a ticket on the same flight as us for today. She has barely slept in 36 hours and is kinda giddy. While we were waiting for our 12:55 flight, Vicki read the bad news at 12:00 - flight to Casablanca is cancelled, again. The thing is it's not snowing here and flights are leaving to different destinations. Vicki and Alanna have a theory - probably there's not enough people for the 12:55 flight to Casablanca and Air France cancels the flight and use the plane for some other destination.
So here we are back in the same line that we were in yesterday and we're taking turns. Now we're trying to get a flight to Casablanca, Rabat, or Fez.
At least we are all together and we ate earlier. We sent Nina on a reconnaissance mission for a snack/pop machine in this area and there's none.
Stay tuned.
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4 comments:
Sending good travel vibes your way ladies.
Good thing: I found a vending machine. We can have water.
Note to self: never send Nina on a reconnaissance mission.
Thanks Dallas!
What an ordeal! At least you found Alanna and you're all together. How can they just keep canceling flights like that? Don't they owe you a partial refund or something? This kind of stressful stations are what keep me at home instead of traveling.
At least your spirits are high enough to make a Nina joke. :-)
Oops, thanks Dalias not Dallas. Completely misread that post. I was wondering yesterday who Dallas was.
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