About taxi's here. They're almost always very nice modern cars. They're all on meters which are coded with various formulas based on where you were picked up and where you're going, how many bags you have, etc. The 3 or 4 I rode in all had GPS systems the drivers used to find their way through winding streets to your destination. None of them had security cameras or emergency (call 911) buttons like they have in Cuenca. And, each driver drove very calmly, honoring all stop lights/signs, pedestrians, etc...UNLIKE Cuenca.
$20 later and I was at the airport. As I mentioned before, the Mallorca airport is HUGE given it's location on an island and the largest city (Palma) is only 400,000. But, apparently Mallorca is extremely popular, therefore there's lots of direct flights. Scanning the reader boards, amongst Madrid and Barcelona there were flights to Paris, Manchester, Liverpool, Stuttgart, etc. However, what I DIDN'T get was there's no Migration or Customs services here. Does not compute.
Before I left the apartment, I took one last look at my emails. I had a new one from the travel agency I booked through. It acknowledged my first departure was on time. It recapped my two segments following that. I noticed it said I was to depart Madrid at 9pm. Noooooo, it's supposed to be 4:25pm. HERE WE GO!!! I re-checked my papers and indeed they said 4:25pm. So, I decided to check-in online so I could select my seats and verify flight times. Yep, Avianca changed my flight from 4:25pm to 9pm (ESTIMATED). I was never notified. No reason given. As a result of that change I noticed Avianca changed my follow-on flight from Bogota to Quito. Ok, at least that was taken care of, but dammit, now I had a huge layover in both cities whereas, originally, they were perfect. Add to that, the arrival time at Quito (10am) now put me AFTER my departure time to Cuenca (9am). So, I had to cross my fingers that I could get a later flight to Cuenca on the same day.
A flight slightly over 1 hour long and I landed in Madrid, a MASSIVE airport. I saw an aircraft taking off on another runway which had to be nearly 1 mile away! At least this airport's signage made it easier to find my way around than Barcelona or Mallorca's. I noticed when my taxi pulled into the Mallorca airport there were no signs overhead indicating what airlines were served by which door/stop. NADA.
It was another sunny day when we took off from Mallorca, so I seized the opportunity to take a few videos. The first flying over Palma where I spent the last 5 days, the second of the coastline.
Click on the arrow in the video screen. Once it starts playing, click in the lower right corner to make the video larger to view.
Luckily, it was daytime and the airport was alive, busy, and shops were open. So the 5 hours I had to kill before my next flight wasn't tooooo bad. The Madrid airport has internet but you have to PAY for it, unlike many which are free.
|Madrid airport terminal....cool ceiling designs.|
9:30pm rolled around and I boarded a brand-spanking new Boeing 787 Dreamliner. The first thing I noticed was the size of the windows...they're almost TWICE the size of typical passenger windows. NICE!! We sat at the gate for about a half hour after everyone had boarded and nothing was being said, nothing was happening. Finally, the captain announced a passenger was getting off the plane (no explanation why) and per security rules, their bags had to be removed, too. So, we were delayed because the ground crew had to open up the cargohold and search through a pile of probably 100 bags to find that persons and remove it/them. Oi Vey.
|Plane next to us. Air Bank of America? LOL|
I didn't like anything on the in-flight entertainment system, so I got bored fairly quickly. I whipped out my handy-dandy mid-sized bottle of scotch and knocked back a few to knock me out. Yes, it was no problem buying booze in the Madrid airport and taking it on the airplane with you. Snoooooooze.
We landed in Bogota at 1:30am...that's in the manana. Since I was continuing on, I didn't need to collect my bags and go through customs/migration. I landed in a very small area of the terminal cordoned off so I couldn't go anywhere else. Everything was closed. Half the lights were off. Folks who were there before me had already nabbed any seat without armrests so they could lie down and sleep. My only option: the concrete floor. Mind you...I had 6 hours to kill before my next flight from Bogota to Quito. To top it off, there was NO INTERNET. NADA!!! ZILCH!!!!
Can we say 'excruciating'? I found a series of seats with no armrests in an adjacent gate and plunked down and snoozed....for awhile. I was awakened by a security guard who was closing that part of the terminal. I had to get out. DAMMIT. No place but the floor.
Somehow I got through 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours.....till there was only 2 hours to go. Finally, my flight showed up on the monitors. WHAT? 8:20am? My tickets says 7:20am!!! Dawned on me that 7:20am was the 'report to your gate' time and 8:20am was departure time. DAMN....when I thought I only had 2 more hours of pain to endure, it was 3 more hours.
I was now at the point of becoming a hatchet murderer. Don't CROSS ME!!!
We departed Bogota and headed for Quito. Everything was swell if you ignored the fact my deodorant had worn off and I had'nt slept a good sleep in, I dunno when.
Landed in Quito. My bag was there (miracle). Since I missed my flight from Quito to Cuenca due to Avianca changing my flight to 5 hours later, I dragged myself and my bags up to the ticket counter for LATAM to ask if there was space to still get to Cuenca the same day and simply change my ticket versus having to buy another.
Ticket counter wasn't open. Will open in 2 hours. (enter expletive). So, I dragged my bags outside and across the street to a food court building.
Now...I'd like to add a side comment here. Cuenca has a lot of what I call 'stupid noise'...noise that's totally unnecessary. Horns honking, car alarms yelping, etc. I was in Barcelona..... Rome....Naples....Marseilles, France....Mallorca, Spain.....cities of millions of people and millions of cars. In my ENTIRE time in all these places, I hear a horn honk MAYBE three times and a car alarm scream ONCE. I walked out of the Quito airport terminal to the food court and 1 second later a car alarm was wailing and horns were honking. 10 minutes in Ecuador, I heard more alarms and horns than I did in 2 weeks!! RIDICULOUS!!!
Back to the counter when they opened and I was able to get on a 7pm flight to Cuenca, with a $15 change fee. It's was now 1pm, the flight wasn't scheduled to leave until 7pm. NO WAY was I going to spend another 6 hours in an airport trying to kill time!!! So, I called Quito Airport Suites where I normally stay when I'm in their neck of the woods. They have a 'day use rate' where you can get a room and rest and shower for $25 even though you're not overnighting. I called them and asked them to send a cab ($5 vs $10 the airport charges).
I waited....and waited....and waited in scalding sun. After 30 minutes, I called and they told me the driver was circling looking for me and couldn't find me. I had told them to look for a Gringo, wearing black shorts and blue tee shirt. After all this flying and no sleep, my brain was mush. It finally dawned on me, the driver was circling below, one level down, via the arrivals circuit, but I was standing (in the hot sun) one level up in the departures level. SHEET!!!
Once we got that corrected I was on my way to Quito Airport Suites and flung myself into bed. Couldn't sleep. WHAT????!!!!! I think I was too wound up. After about an hour, I finally got to snooze.
5:45pm QAS called a taxi and I was back at Quito airport for my 7pm flight. All went smooth and a 50 minute flight later, I was back 'home'. Jerk taxi driver tried to overcharge me by quoting a flat rate to my apartment...thinking I was an ignorant Gringo who didn't know better and fresh off the turnip truck. I squashed that real quick by telling him (in Spanish) that I lived here and to use the #!@^(% meter. GRRRRR
Within 30 minutes of arriving home, I was unpacked, clothes hung in the closet, and the laundry running and I was back into my old routine.
What a trip!!!
- Approximately 400 photos taken.
- 8 flights.
- 2 missed flights.
- Almost 24 hours spent waiting in the airports!!
- Approximately 26 hours of actual flying (in a plane, that is).
- 6 hours time difference, coming and going.
- 1 ship
- 3 tours
- 4 busses
- 1 train
- 3 countries (Italy, France, Spain)
- 5 cities (Naples, Rome, Marseilles, Barcelona, Palma)
- ...and a partridge.....oops.
...NOT to be continued.