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This took place in January of 2011. I was supposed to return to Montreal from Atlanta through Toronto with Air Canada. I get to the airport on time, and am told that I have to take another flight to Toronto, since Air Canada switched the plane to a smaller one and there is no room. I see 5 other people with me in the same situation. The only thing is, the new flight leaves an hour later, which means my connection is much tighter and I have to go through customs in Toronto. I also had to check in my bag since I was carrying very dangerous stuff… an Eau de Toilette. So like the good sheep that I am, I lug my stuff to Continental, wait in line for my turn and check in.

In Toronto, I run like hell to go through customs and go to the Air Canada counter to check my bag into the second leg of my flight which is still with Air Canada. I get to the check-in counter 30 minutes before the flight, and the representative makes sure to let me know that she is doing me a favor if I do not check in my bag by letting me get in on the flight that I was supposed to be on. This means I lose pretty much everything liquid in my bags when I go through security including my Eau de Toilette, and still have to run to the gate to be the last person to get on the plane.

When I get home, I start writing a letter furiously explaining the situation and demanding some sort of compensation. All I get is… if you purchase your next flight from our website, we will get you %10 off.

Needless to say, I go to lengths now to avoid travelling with Air Canada. But it’s not fair to single them out… all the other airlines are just as bad.

-  KS

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Flying from Buffalo to Montreal with a 50 minute layover in Washington Dulles Airport.

The first leg of the flight was delayed due to the inbound flight. At first 15 minutes, then another 15 minutes. At this point, I have 20 minutes to catch my next flight, and I had to check in my bag because I was carrying very dangerous material… a bottle of alcohol.

Needless to say, the gates cannot be next to each other. I have to catch a transfer and I get to the gate of my second flight on the nose, but the flight is already closed. The airline representative behind the desk tells me to go see customer service, 10 gates up… where I ran from to get to this gate.

The service desk has 1 person working, and 4 people were in line before I got there. Half an hour of waiting, and I am told the only option is to go back to Toronto (right above Buffalo), and go to Montreal from there and my bag will follow me.

I end up taking a flight from Washington to Toronto, another half hour late, and an hour after I was supposed to be in Montreal. In Toronto, I have to get my bag to take it through customs, but guess what… no bag. And I cannot just fill out a form and be on my way… no… I have to fill out a form, and go wait in line at customer service to hand in the form there. The customs officer literally just took the form from me and that was it.

I finally make it to the gate of my last leg just in time (I had a good hour and a half to two layover but it was all eaten up by delays as I explained).

All this, and nothing from the airline. How is it that my time is so worthless to them and I cannot do anything about it?

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After spending a wonderful four weeks on a road trip along the east coast of Australia, we boarded our Emirates plane in Sydney to Munich via Dubai.

After an uneventful 12 hour flight nearly all the way to Dubai, we learned that we were unable to land in Dubai due to fog. We would instead be landing in Abu Dhabi.

After arriving in Abu Dhabi we were told we could not leave the plane because we would shortly be flying to Dubai International Airport (DXB). Well, everyone believed that at first. After five hours sitting in a not-moving plane in Abu Dhabi (we sat in this plane for 17 hours altogether by now), and with increasingly unnerved FAs, we were finally told to leave the plane.

After arriving in an otherwise deserted departure hall with a closed shop, it quickly became obvious that there weren’t enough seats for everyone. Luckily we were traveling as a couple, so we could defend the seat if one of us had to get up to go somewhere. To make a long story short, after another seven hours in Abu Dhabi we were flown to DXB, a flight of 20 minutes duration.

After we arrived there we were told to go to the transit counter. Well, everyone else in the whole world had been told that too. A lot of planes were stranded in DXB. In front of the 14 counters a plethora of people were standing in queue. In queue? No, no queues here! A huge unorganized crowd. In front of me a British guy with Middle Eastern accent complaining and babbling about his lawyer he would call the first thing in the morning. Behind me an Arabian fellow with a comfort zone way smaller than my own.

I spent a whole seven hours in this crowd before getting to the clerk, when I learned why this was taking so long. Apparently the computer system for the luggage was out of order too. So the clerks had to call the luggage guys for every single bag over the phone. On top of that it seemed they had gathered the most inexperienced personnel they could find. She gave me a reservation for a flight another 20 hours in the future. I enquired about a hotel (we hadn’t seen a bath or a bed for over 48 hours now) but was told that there weren’t any now, I should come back in an hour. In a mixture of disbelief and anger I asked, “How do you expect me to do this? I was standing here in line for seven hours to get to you.” She only replied that she didn’t care, I should come back in an hour.

My fiancée, who waited in the back of the crowd for the whole time, nearly bust in tears after hearing this. But she quickly recovered, rushed into a lounge without being bothered at the entry counter (we were flying Eco), told some employee she needed two blankets, and left with them. No one even asked a question.

We spent the rest of the night on the floor between two gates. In the morning I tried to get a hotel once again. The picture at the counters hadn’t changed a bit. No hotel for us. So we spent the whole day in Dubai Airport. We hadn’t showered or changed clothes in over 50 hours now when we finally boarded the plane to Munich. While I don’t have a problem with that when I’m trekking in Himalaya, I sure do have a problem in the midst of civilization. During boarding we talked with another couple that got a hotel even though they waited in the same crowd at the same time in front of the counters.

We arrived in Munich on Sunday afternoon without luggage instead of Saturday morning as we had planned. (Surprised? Not really.) My suitcase arrived on Tuesday; my fiancée’s arrived on Wednesday.

Reaction from Emirates? “We are looking into your complaint and getting back to you.” Four years later they still haven’t.

I don’t blame those folks for the weather, but I blame them for their exceedingly unorganised behaviour. You’d think one of the largest airports in the world with all the luxury around could handle waiting queues.

My conclusion: Never ever again will I fly with Emirates or have a stopover in DXB, even if I have to pay a small fortune in order to avoid this.

- George

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For a few years now I’ve had plantar fasciitis in both feet, and problems with both my Achilles tendons as a result of a running injury. Generally I know how to minimise the problems and they have little effect on my day-to-day life, unless I’ve been on my feet a lot. Earlier this summer, I was on antibiotics which have a known side effect of causing tendon inflammation and exacerbating existing tendon inflammation. After a few days on the antibiotics I was struggling to walk without significant pain.

I live in Edinburgh and my boyfriend lives in Essex. I flew to London Stansted to spend the weekend with my boyfriend and attend a friend’s 40th birthday party. The Sunday I was due to fly back was the first weekend after the English schools broke up for the summer – I hadn’t realised this because the Scottish schools break up at different times, so it hadn’t occurred to me the airport might be very busy.

My boyfriend dropped me at Stansted about 90 minutes before my flight time. I checked in with no problem and limped to security. The queue for security was the longest queue I’ve ever seen in my life, and moving very slowly. As I got further along the queue I could see why – the security staff were scanning all the hand luggage, hand searching it, and then sending it back through the scanner. So everything was taking 3 0r 4 times longer than it should. I waited and waited and waited, with the minutes ticking away, and didn’t get my hand luggage back until 5 minutes before my flight closed. Of course, I was travelling Easyjet, and of course, the gate was as far away from security as it could possibly be – and I couldn’t run. The pain in both of my feet was severe and I couldn’t do anything more than a fast hobble.

Well, I hobbled. I hobbled and hobbled and the antibiotics did their worst and both of my calves cramped at once. And I couldn’t stop. I had to force my body to keep going through cramping in both legs. I was in tears with the pain, the stress triggered my asthma, and I eventually arrived at the gate, crying, covered in snot, and asthmatically coughing so hard that I managed to vomit down myself. I made the flight with seconds to spare.

If you were the woman I was sitting next to, I am very, very sorry about the state I was in. Thank you for offering me your juice to see if that would stop my coughing. I am very grateful for your kindness. And I’m never taking those antibiotics again.

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The Frustrations of Flying

December 5, 2011 Flying Hell Commentary

Air travel is supposed to be convenient, save time and offer a chance to relax when going from one place to another. In reality, however, those hopes can often vanish amidst a series of mounting frustrations that leave a traveler wondering if it was worth boarding a plane in the first place. Just about every [...]

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A Rough Day

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I live about 2000 miles away from my sister to whom I’m very close. One weekend, I made a quick flying trip home because I’d decided there was no way I was going to miss wedding dress shopping with her. It was a fantastic but very short and busy weekend. The last morning I was [...]

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Interminable Wait for Luggage

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Flying recently into DEN to ATL on Frontier (which surprises me to be writing this story; Frontier is my go-to airline out of DEN). All is well and good leaving DEN, everyone is friendly and helpful. Great trip so far. Our group of 5 people decided to catch an early flight to ATL so we could [...]

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Crying Baby Keeps Others Awake on a Red-Eye

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Flight 8, Monday July 11,2011… HNL to DFW. Red-eye, 8 hour flight, supposed to leave at 4:55 p.m. and arrive in Dallas at 5:20 a.m. Left and arrived two hours late. At least 10 children on the plane that are less than 5 years old. One baby in my section cried the entire time. Literally, the entire [...]

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Airport Escalator Injury Torments Travelers

July 16, 2011 Medical & Illness Stories

It was the first vacation for several years and we really looked forward to it. Our holiday, such as it was, started on the 9th of September at Gatwick Airport where, on arrival, my wife was subject to a fall on the entry escalator. The escalator had a direction sign for EasyJet departures but none [...]

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