Not just 5 kids, and not exactly 5 kids all at the same time.
First, not exactly 5 kids, because in reality, at almost 16 (Spencer) and almost 17 (Jesse) are men in their own rights and can really take care of a lot of stuff that with little kids you have to worry about. Although, what they can’t do any better, is anticipate what it’s going to be like to go through security at JFK, or Border Patrol in the UK.
Second, not just 5 kids…also 12 Checked bags and 5 or 6 pieces of carry on baggage. Now, this doens’t seem like too much of a task, but seriously…when you’re MOVING to another country, and need to get to the airport, and are trying NOT to spend a bloody fortune…you take your biggest bags, and strap them to the roof of the van, and squeeze everything else into the boot, and under the feet, and between the seats…we looked like quite the bunch of hillbillies driving down the road from Carleton Place to Montreal in the pouring rain.
And, so, it begins…
All week, I’d been watching the weather. The days had been so bright, and free of rain since we landed in Toronto, that I had almost convinced myself that the forecasts for rain on the weekend that we were going to be travelling would not come true. Despite my doubts in the prowess of the Ottawa Valley Meteorologists, the forecast became more and more glum as the weekend approached, convincing me to prepare for the worst.
The worst, I expected would be for it to start off being nice, lulling me into a false sense of security, and then proceeding to pour for the 2nd half of the drive…the torential kind of pouring that one can find in the Ottawa valley, and along the St. Laurence river. This being my fear, and not having any recourse once the worst happened, I stopped on Friday night at Canadian Tire and purchased a box of the biggest, strongest contractor trash bags I could find.
Saturday morning, we were up early and packed. Tracy and I had all of the ‘rooftop’ suitcases with us, which was great, so I could get them wrapped in their bags (this process actually ended up being doubled since I had the bags) and strapped to the top, before going to get the kids. This process was accomplished by about 7:15, and we headed to pick up the kids.
A quick stop at Tracy’s folk’s to gather Taija and Jesse, and then off to my mom’s for Spencer, Terran and Aidan and we were on the road (albeit 20 minutes late). The rain had been ceaseless, but we were excited to finally be heading out on our big travel day.
We arrived at Montreal-Pierre Trudeau airport in plenty of time for our flight to JFK, and defrocked the bags at the car rental return place and were very pleased to find that they were completely dry, despite the biblical force deluge that had been falling on us.
We made our way in, and having already checked in, just needed to drop off our bags, and make our way through security. Afterwords, we decided we were going to get some food, and we enjoyed a ‘lovely’ meal at an airport restaurant and hurriedly found our gate.
We kind of arrived in a rush, as we were under the impression that the flight would have already been boarding by this time. The gate agent was quick to tell us that our flight was delayed ‘indefinitely’ due to weather in New York.
Delayed! I hadn’t counted that possibility in my plans. Now, the three hours we were expected to wait at JFK wasn’t seeming like very much time at all, and as we thought about what that would mean to us, we had to face the very real possibility that our luggage may not arrive in England at the same time we did.
We found out through the gate agent, that we were actually in fairly good shape, since most other airlines had completely cancelled their flights. We only had to wait about an hour for our plane to board, and clearance to be given to take off.
Arriving at JFK was a bit scary, since although ticketed together, we knew that the systems of Delta (our carrier from Montreal) and Virgin Atlantic weren’t connected, and we weren’t actually checked into the Virgin flight. To further complicate matters, Delta operates their own terminal at JFK, which meant we had to somehow (without boarding passes) find our way to whereever Virgin Atlantic was loading up our plane! Avoiding all of the ‘manned’ Delta counters, we wandered for about 5 minutes before spying two Delta employees who were having a lively chat, and convinced one of them to give us directions to the Virgin gates…so thankful that she did, ’cause we would never have guessed.
Finding our way on the terminal shuttle train to the check-in counter, we managed to (with the assistance of several of the Virgin employees) get checked in and our bags registered. So my readers can get a feel for how close this was for us, our main assistant in this matter (Wyclef) had to keep radioing to his superiors to get them to ‘open’ the flight so he could add our bags as the system kept closing it. It was planned to be departing in less than an hour.
Since we were the last passengers allowed to check-in, Wyclef personally escorted us to the airport security section for this terminal, where we needed to go through the whole process once again.
We arrived at the gate, thinking we were just in time to board, only to learn that our flight wasn’t quite boarding yet due to a problem with a lock on one of the cargo doors. Perfect! Our luggage, which was being transferred by Delta, would have a chance to make it…and we weren’t late. Time for a beer and some food at the gate-side cafe.
After about 45 minutes, Virgin announced that our flight was going to be cancelled and all of us moved onto one of their later flights (boarding in 45 minutes). “Yippee!” we thought, since this would ensure that our luggage would have time to be transfered and arrive to the plane. In truth, it actually took about 2 hours to get all the passengers sorted out, new boarding passes printed for all of us, and everyone loaded.
A couple of stories of herosim that need to be mentioned…
First, during the initial check-in with Virgin, my man Wyclef worked his magic to find seats together for all 7 of us…in addition to the problem with the flight closing, and personally escorting us to Security.
Second, when it came time for boarding this 747-400 (the biggest plane by far that any of us had ever been on) I decided to take advantage of the ‘pre-boarding’ call to give us a little extra time to get on the plane, get settled, and get our stuff to-do distributed between all of us. In theory, this would have worked, but for the crush of people harrasing the gate agents trying to get boarded…once again, my man Wyclef remembered us from earlier in the evening, and stepped in, brought all 7 of us forward and got us boarded.
Finally seated, we were able to swap a couple of seats with a lovely couple from northern England so we could all be closer together than our boarding passes would allow. We settled in to enjoy the service and digital seat-back entertainment during this long flight. We hadn’t of course anticipated the 2 more hours of sitting while we waited for all the luggage and cargo to be transfered from the other plane. It was clear that airports are not designed to have luggage transfered from one gate to the gate next-door.
Once we did manage to take off, the flight proceeded without a hitch. Meal service, drink service and breakfast all no problems.
The only hiccup was when we realized that some of the children had stayed up all ‘night’ with their seat-back entertainment, and proceeded to fall asleep as we began our descent into LHR.
Next up…Border Patrol, Customs and getting settled in our flat…