Second stop off
Trip Start Oct 07, 2007
45Trip End Oct 31, 2007
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Our flight was late leaving Frankfurt, 40mins late. For an international flight, this is not the advisable amount of leftover time for a connection, especially since it was the first time we were landing in Canada and would have to reclaim our bags, check through Customs, and re-check our bags before arriving at the gate. Toronto is by no means a small terminal, and like most airports, not the easiest to maneuver when you are slightly stressed or panicked.
We got off the plane fast, and got to the front of the custom's line. We answered all the questions quickly, and we ran down to the baggage carrousel, and then we waited. And waited, and waited. No bags. We approached a man at the "Lost luggage" counter, the only person around, to see if there was anything that could be done, call the gate? Rush our bags? Nothing.
Finally bags started to circulate. We saw "priority" bags ending their trip in Toronto, go round and round without being claimed, while we waited frantically. Some how bags moving on from Toronto were not on top of the pile. Where is the organization there? Wouldn't you think that they would organize both the loading and unloading of bags in a reasonable and logical manner?
Finally our bags arrived and we ran up to the Custom's clerk, who let us pass right through, so obviously the previous agent liked our answered. I got twisted and turned around in the main area-and I have been there a couple times before. We located the bag check-in, budged in front of very slow and confused people, and started to run to our gate. What does Murphy say about being late for a plane and having the furthest gate?
We were literally running as they are announcing the final boarding call... Ben made it ahead of me, both of us sweaty, to realize that for the final leg of our epic trip, we aren't even sitting together. On a full flight, we aren't moving either. This was the only time I felt anxious on the plane, in a hurry to be home. It didn't help that the man beside me took over much more room than his own seat by keep his elbows wide and cornering me against the window. For a second, and only a second, I thought about the flight as a future avoidable endeavour rather than the means to a wonderful end.