Showing posts with label BA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BA. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2012

LHR to PHL - "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"


This place was huge.

My wife found a chair near the terminal entrance, on the right where the windows are in the photograph above.  My son and I made our way to check in, about 100-150 feet from my wife's location.  We checked in, obtained our boarding passes, checked our bags and returned to my wife.  We arrived at Heathrow four hours before our flight was scheduled to depart.  My wife requested I find a wheelchair.
She was sitting near the B section, as seen in the above photograph.  The wheel chairs were down in the G section.  A fair distance from where she sat.  I walked down to section G.  Once I figured out where the chairs were located and who was in charge of them, I was told I couldn't have one because I was too early.  The chairs were needed for flights departing soon.  I was to return in 30 minutes and try again.  I returned to my wife without any wheels.

My wife was uncomfortable, even with her leg up on our carry-on luggage loaded on the cart.  My son was off somewhere looking for chocolates to take home to a friend.  We sat and waited.

Twenty minutes later I made my way back to the wheelchair area.  This time, there were more wheelchairs in the corral.  I obtained a wheelchair and returned to help my wife into the chair and adjusted the foot rests.
We gathered all our belongings and made our way to security.  After security, which by the way was easy and unremarkable, we got on an elevator.  We went down one level.  
The gate level reminded me of a shopping mall.  Here is a list of the stores and diagram on the gate level.



Heathrow Terminal 5 - Gate Seating

 The above image looks like the spot we sat for an hour or so waiting for our gate to be announced.  My son was off again looking for gifts as my wife sat with her leg up on a table beside her wheelchair.  I purchased a few muffins, cookies, a sandwich and a few drinks from EAT. and some candy from WHSmith.  The food was eaten before the gate was announced.

   
                                                     Source:tipsfortravellers

As time crawled along, the announcement was made for the departing gate.  We traveled down on an elevator to a train platform.  The train took us to another building where sat at the gate.
                 Heathrow Terminal 5 - Gate seating
We sat and waited, again.  By the time the boarding announcement was made, we were ready.  Because of my wife's casted leg, we boarded right after the Executive Club members.


None of our assigned seats were beside each other.  I sat farthest back.  I helped my wife into her seat and stowed her carry-on overhead.  I made my way to my seat.  My son's assigned seat was near an exit door with plenty of room in front of him to extend the legs of his his 6'4" frame.


We had requested a better seat location for my wife and her casted leg.  We were told repeatedly from first we checked in, there were no bulkhead or exit seats available.  Once on the plane one of the flight attendants saw our situation and commandeered a center row of three seats for my wife and myself.  I was called up by the attendant and joined my wife.  Her right leg was injured so she occupied the center and extended her leg onto the right seat and I took the left.  My son kept his exit seat and we were on our way home.


Three movies later we were over New York state.  The video monitor on the back of the seat before me, was an animated simulation of the plane location over land.  I tried to relate the animation with the actual land lights below, but never got it right.  At least not until we were about 200 feet above the ground just west of Philadelphia International Airport.


Not much had changed since my departure, as far as I could tell.  I was thankful we didn't need to interact with a TSA agent.


After we collected our bags, I called the parking garage.  I was told the bus would soon be at the airport to collect us.  Less than five minutes later we were loaded into the bus with our bags.  The check out was smooth at the garage.  A washed car awaited us with the engine running and the heater blowing hot air.  Within thirty minutes we were home.  I had work in the morning.


"Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"



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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

London Arrival

I landed in London early Monday morning.  The first thing I did was get into a line for border crossing.
When I arrived at the next available officer the questions began.  Why was I in UK?  What was my daughter doing in London?  How long has she been married?  How long was she in UK?  Did she have a visa to teach?  When would I be leaving?


I should not have said I was visiting my daughter.  I should have said I was a tourist.  You sometimes put your foot in you mouth.  My daughter is a permanent resident with a teaching visa.  She is perfectly legal.  I was on my way to customs.


I turned a corner to a room with tables on each side.  There was no one to be seen.  No green light, no red light.  No one to be seen.  One hundred feet later I was in the terminal.
Straight ahead of me was the coffee shop where I was to meet my daughter.  She was traveling via the Underground to guide me home.  Tens of drivers holding signs with surnames scribbled upon them waited for their passengers.  My name was not on any of them.  I thought maybe my daughter changed her mind and sent a driver for me.  Didn't see my name, no matter how hard I looked nor how long I waited.


I did need to see a man about a horse, though.  I began to walk to the right of the coffee shop looking for the toilets.  Half way to the toilets, I spied something that surprised me.
Krispy Kreme donuts in London.  Good thing I didn't have any British pounds with me or I would have made a purchase.  I visited the loo and walked back to the coffee shop to wait for my daughter.


I paced and paced.  I waited almost two hours before I sat at a table near the coffee shop.  Then I waited some more.  It seems that my flight had a stiff tailwind and arrived one hour early.  My daughter didn't leave her apartment until the time my flight was scheduled to arrive at LHR.  She left her apartment one hour after my arrival at LHR.  The trip on the Underground took one hour and a half.  I waited two and one half hours until her arrival.  The coffee smelled really good and the Krispy Kreme bar was within eyesight.  Good thing I didn't have any British pounds with me.


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Saturday, December 3, 2011

TSA at PHL

My bag was off to the belly of the jet and I was on my way to security.  It took a bit of looking around and reading signs before I figured where I was going.  I soon found a conveyer of rollers that curved and led to a powered rubber belt, which went through a blue tunnel.  I guessed that was a scanner.  People were putting the pocket contents, belts and shoes into dish pan type bins on the rollers.  I followed suit.  I then placed my carry-on bags in another bin and threw my jacket on top of them.  Once unburdened, I walked towards an arch that I also assumed was a scanner.


On the other side of the arch was a female wearing a military type uniform.  I think I saw a TSA patch on her shoulder.  As I approached the arch the female officer barked that I should push my belongings up to the belt.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck come to attention.  I refrained from barking back.  I wasn't quite sure what she said, when she barked again to push my belongings up hill to the moving belt.   I refrained from growling.  I did as I was told but the blood was warming my face.  I had to keep my paws from becoming fists.


Barefooted and beltless I walked through the arch.  An alarm sounded.  My ears stood straight up.  I knew I had nothing to be alarmed about.  The TSA officer told me, "Don't touch my scanner!"  Now, I was ready to fight.
TSA
It usually takes me a long time to get to that point.  There have been many times in my life I took a beating because I take so long to build up a head of steam.  Less than a minute into this confrontation and I was ready.

I said, "Is there a sign that says 'Don't touch the scanner', because if there is, I missed it."   She gave me a look of authoritative disgust that quickly turned to a smirk as I backed through the arch.  She had a feeling of power over me.  I was on a choker collar and she knew it.  I had a feeling I might be missing my flight.
KDKA CBS2
I walked through the arch again, this time without touching the sides.  No alarm sounded.  I was asked to spread my arms and was padded down.  I was allowed to retrieve my belongings and put on my shoes and belt.  I threw on my jacket, gathered up my carry-on and was off to find a cool place and a cold beer.


As I walked through the departure terminal, I wondered what went through the minds of the TSA officers when they saw all the equipment in my carry-on; CPAP, face mask, strobe, gel cel battery, wall voltage adapters, camera and light modifier.  It could have been bomb making materials.  I didn't wonder for long.  I found a snug spot and curled up onto a stool at Chickie's and Pete's to lick my wounded ego.




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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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I worked four hours the day of my flight to London.  I arrived home early to finish packing.  I made lists of each bag's contents.  These check lists are to be sure I don't forget anything I need going and that I return with the same items.  There is nothing worse than leaving an important item behind only to have it delayed in shipping or spend time to go back and get it.


I loaded up my Santa Fe and was off to Wawa to purchase fuel.
The price of gasoline was $3.36-9/10 per gallon.


Fuel is sold by the liter in UK and is the same per liter in British pounds as it is here in US dollars.  The pound is worth 1.5 times the dollar.  So the conversion for £3.67 would be $5.23.  One US gallon = 3.785 liters.  Therefore, the cost of gasoline in UK is equivalent to $19.79/gal.  Is there any wonder the cars are so small, the public transportation system so great and the use of taxis so prevalent?


The trip to  Payless Valet Parking took forty-five minutes.
I unloaded my Santa Fe, processed the paperwork, loaded the van and was on my way to PHL in 10 minutes, at most.


I was dropped at the BA terminal, shared with US Airways.  I joined the longest line to check-in with BA.  


In less than 10 minutes my stow away bag was weighed, tagged and on its way to the belly of the plane.  I was wandering around trying to figure out how to get to security.


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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Fat Ass Misses Hot Face Towel

Last time I set foot in England was late August 1972.  I was twenty-one years old, had a thirty-four inch waist and wore size medium shirts.  

I was on my way to Ireland with my Irish born girlfriend from Tullamore.  We chose to fly aboard BOAC so we could leave from Philadelphia instead of taking an airport limo to Newark to fly Aer Lingus.  I am glad we did.


Aer Lingus
I hadn't flown much before going to Ireland in '72 except to fly Eastern, with my older sister, to Expo '67 in Montreal, and Eastern in '68 when I met my family in Miami after my college orientation.


The flight to London on BOAC was heaven compared to the Eastern flights.  I was most impressed when, as we approached London, each passenger was offered a hot face towel so we could freshen up after the long flight.  Difficult to compared to our connecting flight via Aer Lingus to Dublin.   On that flight an attendant handed a basket of hard candy to the passenger sitting closest to the front of the plane and the basket was passed from passenger to passenger around the cabin without an attendant in sight.  If my memory serves me well, I think we were asked to change seats to balance the load before take off, too.

So here it was, late October, 2011, on my way to London via British Airways renamed from the old British Overseas Air Corporation of thirty-nine years ago.  The flight was quite good.  This time I was given a set of headphones to listen to my chose of on demand movies, TV shows or music without charge.  I was also offered free alcoholic beverages and my choice between two hot dinners.  Last I flew anywhere was round trip to Phoenix on US Airways in 2000. 
On those flights I was offered free soft drinks and my choice of two entrees to purchase.  If my memory serves me well, US Airways charged to use the toilet, too.  I could have chosen US Airways to London.  I didn't.  
Hot face towels were not offered on any flights I have taken since my first flight to London via BOAC.  I hear they are now only offered in business class and first class on long flights.  I missed them this trip, thirty-nine years later.  I guess I will need to save up to sit in business or first class my next transatlantic flight.  It will hurt my wallet but my fat ass will be comfortable in the wider seats.


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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

London 2012 Olympics Minus One

My daughter and her new British husband live in an apartment overlooking the construction of the Olympic Park.  They were married back in May of this year in suburban Philadelphia.   Only a few friends and family members flew over from England to attend the ceremonies.  Now, we traveled to UK for a wedding celebration in the hometown of the parents of my son-in-law.


My wife and son departed on Wednesday night with me to follow the next Sunday.  I dropped them at PHL four hours before their flight.  
British Airways
They flew for six hours landing at LHR.  My daughter arranged for a car and driver to collect them from the airport and unload them at the apartment on the east side of London.


Heathrow International Arrivals just outside Customs
There was a mix-up with the car.  My wife and son arrived at the apartment five hours after border control and customs, fifteen hours after arriving at PHL and twenty-five hours after awakening that morning.  


The London residents and the tired Americans went to dinner and then home for some long awaited sleep.


The Londoners were off to work in the morning as my wife and son planned their attack on London sights and then they were off.


The apartment is at the far end of the complex.  There are about 100 yds between the apt building door and the street.  Once out of the complex, the Overground is another 200 yds away with a driveway, a street and some urban gardening, involving holes in the ground for future tree planting to spruce up the area for the Olympics, along the way.


Once on the sidewalk the next driveway is probably only 100 ft towards the train station.  This driveway is used by trucks serving a construction supply business and although I didn't see many large heavy trucks entering and exiting over that driveway there was a small deformation in the macadam probably created by one of those heavy trucks.  It looked as if the road surface got hot from the sun and a heavy weight made a depression that created a wave to one side.  If you could see a cross section of the road at that deformation it would resemble a sine wave.


Source:http://www.sprags.com/
[Do you see the impending train wreck?
Speaking of trains.  

London has the most amazing system of trains and subways or as they call them, Overground and Underground.  Travel in and around London is wonderful and on time, mostly.  But I am going off on a tangent here.]
Source:http://bernard.gibert.pagesperso-orange.fr/Exemples/k003.html

So here is how the trip to London started out.  My wife didn't notice the raised pavement, tripped and fell, striking one of her total knee replacements on the way to being sprawled out on the ground.  She was looking up into a foreign, though English speaking, sky and thinking she might be in need of healthcare.  Healthcare that was most likely to take a big bite out of our sightseeing and food budgets.  So she gets back to her feet, with help from our son, and limps to the Hackney Wick Overground station.  They were finally on their way to the Original London Sightseeing Tour in open top double decker buses that includes a boat trip on the Thames.


The Original London Tour

[In order to have some material for later blogs, I will get to the meat of the story.]


She didn't get medical attention for a week.  We traveled three hours in a car to my son's-in-law hometown where my wife was talked into seeking medical attention.  After dinner we set out for Diana, Princess of Wales Hospital in Waltham. 




After a two hour wait in the ER and some colorful chatting with an inebriated local young man who was there seeking medical attention for his ankle, 



came an interview with a white coated official doctor-like person.  My wife received a dose or two of low level radiation.  She was casually assured by the white coated official doctor-like person that it was probably not broken but she should wait to view the X-Rays before leaving.  I called for a ride only to call again to delay the arrival of the car because the X-Ray revealed a fracture of the base of her right Fibula and she needed a cast.
Well there she was in the midlands of England waiting for a nurse to plaster her foot and leg up to her knee.  All the worry of medical expenses was for nought, though.  For as long as she was not admitted to hospital, even though we are foreigners, UK's National Health Service covered all costs.  The services were on the people of the UK, even the crutches come with no conditions.
Waiting for the pink polyester cast after taking a deli-type number from a dispenser on the wall
On The Original London Tour Boat Trip
This made the visit a bit more, can I say comfortable?  That along with the fact that we no longer used the Underground opting to learn the bus routes.  The buses didn't require climbing stairs as did the Underground.  More time was spent on busses than if we used the Tubes.  On the other hand, we saw much more of the neighborhoods than if we were underground.

I sincerely want to give thanks to all the royal subjects in the UK for the great health services, crutches and casts we received in your lovely country.

We can't wait to return to take advantage of you again, soon.   However, I don't think it will be for the Olympics next year not even the Special Olympics.  The 2012 Olympics will be minus one, appreciative American.



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