So, here it is: the companion to Wishbone's Tale:
GR00T's RETURN HOME ODYSSEY
So I was having trouble with the time difference from home to Warsaw and wasn't getting a lot of sleep. I'd end up going to sleep at midnight and waking up around 4AM. Not a huge deal, as I can generally operate okay on little sleep.
However, Tuesday night (I flew out Wednesday morning), the lack of good sleep finally caught up with me and I had to call it a night at around 8PM. I have a shower, and set my alarm for 4AM, as elcook had arranged a cab for 5AM to take me to the airport. I packed my stuff up, except for a few toiletries, as I planned a shower in the morning and then toss the few toiletries into my bag and away I'd go.
So, off to sleep only to awaken at midnight. *sigh* I tossed and turned for a bit, dozing for 15 minutes or so at a time, but eventually 4AM rolled around and I knew I had to get up. So I turned my alarm off (I caught it just before it went off) and lay there for a couple minutes, hands behind my head, thinking about the upcoming day: have a quick shower, head to the airport, connecting flight in Frankfurt, maybe grab some food there...
Next thing I know I hear a phone ringing. I'm completely disoriented and thinking "What the hell is that?" and don't manage to answer it before it stops. I look at the time and to my horror, I discover it's 5Am. So, I dive into my clothes, rush to the washroom, frantically throw my stuff into my travel bag, stuff that into my backpack and make a frantic check to see if there's anything I've forgotten. No, looks like I have it all (thank <deity> I had almost everything packed the evening before). It's now 5:10 AM and I rush out with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, expecting to see no cab. Wonder of wonders, he's still there!
I drop off my key with the security guard (I'd moved hotels to one that was behind a gated courtyard and front desk/reception didn't work overnight - it was actually more like apartment rentals than a hotel), then run to the cab. I'm counting my lucky stars that this cabbie was patient.
At this time I should mention that my plane tickets had errors in that my full name, consisting of four names was compressed into two names: my first two were amalgamated into one first name and my third and surname were amalgamated into one surname. I was also listed as female (Miss, to be exact). This had caused some concern, as one can imagine, but the night before I printed out my boarding passes anyway (the fine folks at GOG had tried to get things corrected, but it turned out it wasn't possible in time) and just hoped there wouldn't be any issues.
No incidents at the Warsaw airport. I go through security, board the plane, it takes off on time and it's a short flight of just under 2 hours to Frankfurt. Arriving at Frankfurt, I marvel at the small city that is the Frankfurt airport (makes Vancouver's look very small) and I get through customs to my proper area to wait for my next flight. I have a 4 hour layover here, so no rush and I take the opportunity to grab something to eat.
After eating and enjoying a nice cold beer, I wander over to the information board to check flight departures. Find my flight to Toronto... delayed. By 2 1/2 hours. I had a 2 hour layover in Toronto before catching my connection to Vancouver. Doing the math... well, that ain't going to happen. Hmmm, better find a Lufthansa service counter to see what's what.
Luckily, there's a service counter on my level nearby. Unluckily it's closed 'until further notice'. So I track down an airport employee and ask where the nearest open LH service counter may be. He informs me it's down those stairs, and through those doors. But wait, that's outside the security area, isn't it? Why, yes. Yes, it is. Yeah, well thanks, but I ain't doing that. My luck's already started turning sour and I'm not pushing it.
So the waiting game starts. I find a spot to park my butt and do some reading. Cleverly, I chose a vantage point where I could see the closed LH service counter and about 90 minutes before my flight is supposed to depart, a couple LH employees appear there and open up. Yay! A line immediately forms and I grab my spot. In short order, i get to speak to the nice lady at the counter who informs me my oddly amalgamated name and switched gender won't be an issue.
*Relief*
She also tells me she can't give me any info here and I'll have to check with LH when I land to find out about what's going to happen with my connection.
*Worry*
Finally, we take off. For my 8 hour flight I manage to have the astounding luck of being stuck beside a woman who incessantly complains to her husband about the flight, decides she needs to use more than the width of her seat (I kid you not, she actually elbowed my arm out of the way no less than 4 times, forcing me to lean to the right of my seat), AND she has a nervous tick where she constantly bobs her leg up and down. For eight freaking hours. I was almost ready to go postal on her.
Anyway, finally we touch down in Toronto and taxi in. This is also a large airport so we have to disembark on the tarmac and take a bus into the terminal. Aaaaaand we get an announcement that we arrived early (hooray!) but due to that, there's no bus currently available (boo), so we'll have to wait about 10 minutes. 25 minutes later, the bus arrives and we finally deplane.
Remarkably, there are no issues getting through customs. So I follow the directions for connecting flights and finally end up at an Air Canada counter (my final flight was Air Canada). No worries, they have me covered! Woo hoo! However, it's the last flight of the night and I have 3 hours to wait. Oh well.
Eventually the time passes and we board - and this is the first time in the whole journey that the airline employee stops me to ask about my name and what's up with the ticket! for a second I think I'm not going to get on the flight, but she listens to my tale, has a bit of a chuckle with me about the gender switch, and lets me board. I actually have my row to myself and can relax. Maybe I'll sleep. Yeah, no. Oh well, I'm almost home. We land, my wife meets me at the exit - am I glad to see her! - and we head home. I finally walk into my house at 2AM Vancouver time, 34 hours and no sleep from the time I got up in Warsaw to catch my first flight.
I'm so amped up that I don't get to sleep until 3AM. The alarm goes off at 6AM and I stumble out of bed to get ready for work. Nope, not going to happen. I think my head's ready to explode and my stomach's not at all happy with me. I text a co-worker to advise that I won't be in. Go back to bed, only to realize this is useless - I'm not going to go back to sleep. To hell with it, I'll go into work. I make it in time and last until noon, at which point our branch BBQ begins, I can't tolerate the thought of food, so I go home. That night I sleep for a solid 9 hours and by the next day, I'm feeling good.
Finally back on track.