American Airlines Flight 160: The Flight from HELL
So on Wednesday morning I was all set to leave for Europe. The bags were packed and the goodbyes were said. Little did I know that I was about to go on a 48-hour journey into the 7th layer of hell!
Everything began like normal; we even left San Diego on time. Though trouble was brewing. Somewhere over Ohio the captain lets everyone know that there is some weather issues in New York and that we were in a holding pattern. Things still were okay since I had a 2-hour layover, but that changed when the captain said we were running out of fuel and we had a problem with the navigation equipment. We landed in Chicago around the same time I should have been landing in New York. So after spending four hours in Chicago and not being able to get off the plane except for five minute to grab a sandwich we were off again trying to get to New York via Canada air space. It was not to be and we landed in Boston at around 11:30 with no hotel and no flight to New York or London. I was lucky enough to get a flight out of JFK for 8 pm the next day and flight 160 would continue onto New York as well though in the morning. In Boston I met and got to know many of my fellow passengers and actually exchanged email addresses to keep in touch after we all went our separate ways in New York. I made the flight to New York and made on the flight to London though it was over an hour and a half late making me miss my flight to Frankfurt. After I got that moved to a later flight I finally arrived in Frankfurt about two days after I left San Diego. To cap off this whole horrible experience they lost my suitcase that I was suppose to leave in Oxford.
Things are better in Germany though and I will write about them soon, but right now I’m late for a beerfest.
Everything began like normal; we even left San Diego on time. Though trouble was brewing. Somewhere over Ohio the captain lets everyone know that there is some weather issues in New York and that we were in a holding pattern. Things still were okay since I had a 2-hour layover, but that changed when the captain said we were running out of fuel and we had a problem with the navigation equipment. We landed in Chicago around the same time I should have been landing in New York. So after spending four hours in Chicago and not being able to get off the plane except for five minute to grab a sandwich we were off again trying to get to New York via Canada air space. It was not to be and we landed in Boston at around 11:30 with no hotel and no flight to New York or London. I was lucky enough to get a flight out of JFK for 8 pm the next day and flight 160 would continue onto New York as well though in the morning. In Boston I met and got to know many of my fellow passengers and actually exchanged email addresses to keep in touch after we all went our separate ways in New York. I made the flight to New York and made on the flight to London though it was over an hour and a half late making me miss my flight to Frankfurt. After I got that moved to a later flight I finally arrived in Frankfurt about two days after I left San Diego. To cap off this whole horrible experience they lost my suitcase that I was suppose to leave in Oxford.
Things are better in Germany though and I will write about them soon, but right now I’m late for a beerfest.
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