When they announce our Miami flight, Carol is sound asleep and CJ is on the computer. Perhaps he should have become suspicious when all the other cruise people left the lounge. Due to the long distances, Carol is using a wheelchair. The person pushing her realizes she's not the person she was supposed to be pushing and dumps her not half way to the plane; very bad form.
Sometime during the flight to Miami, CJ realizes that in the panic of departing the lounge, we've left our parkas. The pilot sends a message thus beginning a multi-day saga.
An Uber delivers us from MIA to Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood airport. We're not allowed to check-in. Food and breakfast is only available inside of security and we have a four hour wait. Shortly into the wait, Carol gets a text. Our flight to Christmas with mother in Atlanta has been cancelled. Tons of flights on the board and ours is the only one cancelled. With mother just out of the hospital and in a rehab facility with only limited availability, we decide to drive home.
Holiday traffic, road lunatics and little sleep on the overnight flight render CJ exhausted by the time we make Orlando. After an overnight, we restock food in Orlando and drive home.
Three days later LATAM ships the jackets to Orlando. CJ embarks on a driving adventure of a lifetime. If ever the statement "you can't get there from here" was ever accurate. The four hour round trip turns into an eight hour frustrating adventure and tour of Florida's back roads; but we have our souvenir parkas.
This concludes the Antarctica blog.
Next blog begins 8 Feb 2020 from Australia
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