One bag, two bags, three bags?..four?
November 8, 2007
DR-Day at last. We are off to the Dominican Republic, away from the first cold days of the Canadian winter, off to the warm sea breezes, sandy beaches, unlimited booze and food ? what could be better. The 8:00 AM flight from Toronto was full, only two empty seats on the plane. I got the short straw in seat selection, being the third seat away from the aisle and a screaming 18-month old little hellion, his useless father and efficient, but harried mother in between in the other two seats. I took the second offer from the attendant to move to another seat, thankfully the row with the escape door which has extra leg and knee room. Those old Airbuses are not known for roominess. The Skyservice staff were great, the flight was smooth and fast, the only glitches were the little hellion and the disgusting English muffin sandwiching a cool fried egg, Cheese Whiz and limp, grey turkey bacon.
Weather reports all week had promised scattered thunder showers, but the sun was out in Puerta Plata when we touched down at about 1:30 PM. Luggage retrieval was swift, made even swifter by the absence of one of our bags. The luggage attendant looked down the chute, saw nothing and started filling out the lost baggage form. Linda (it was her bag missing) asked him to at least go look for it, but he said that it was still on the plane and would go on to Punta Cana, then (maybe) it would come back by bus/taxi or whatever.
November 8, 2007
DR-Day at last. We are off to the Dominican Republic, away from the first cold days of the Canadian winter, off to the warm sea breezes, sandy beaches, unlimited booze and food ? what could be better. The 8:00 AM flight from Toronto was full, only two empty seats on the plane. I got the short straw in seat selection, being the third seat away from the aisle and a screaming 18-month old little hellion, his useless father and efficient, but harried mother in between in the other two seats. I took the second offer from the attendant to move to another seat, thankfully the row with the escape door which has extra leg and knee room. Those old Airbuses are not known for roominess. The Skyservice staff were great, the flight was smooth and fast, the only glitches were the little hellion and the disgusting English muffin sandwiching a cool fried egg, Cheese Whiz and limp, grey turkey bacon.
Weather reports all week had promised scattered thunder showers, but the sun was out in Puerta Plata when we touched down at about 1:30 PM. Luggage retrieval was swift, made even swifter by the absence of one of our bags. The luggage attendant looked down the chute, saw nothing and started filling out the lost baggage form. Linda (it was her bag missing) asked him to at least go look for it, but he said that it was still on the plane and would go on to Punta Cana, then (maybe) it would come back by bus/taxi or whatever.