Beginnings (by Dan)

Trip Start May 22, 2007
Trip End Jul 03, 2007

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

At the ticket counter, at Kansas City International, a nice young man told us our bags would be meeting us in London. We were happy to hear that re-checking them in Chicago was not necessary, but if we had known what we know now, we would have yelled, "How do you know that? That's just what you think and we're not taking any chances on a guy who works for Delta. It's Delta!" But instead we said OK and Kim watched her bag begin its long trip to India.
Our first flight to Chicago was no big deal. We got to O'Hare on time and then headed to Air India.  The plane we were going to spend the next eight hours on must have been built in the 70's. The seats were red fabric that was fading into an unknown shade of orange. We were the recipients of two of the four, center aisle seats. I sat on the aisle and Kim to my left. Occupying the two seats to her left were two 4-6 year old Indian boys (What I assume were their mother and grandmother were in the seats directly in front of them). Fortunately, the flight was not full, and the 2 kids moved to the row with their family and we got the 4 seats to ourselves. The flight was relatively uneventful (and that includes the new Bond movie that played on the screen a couple rows in front of us. I really don't care for that film). The one upside to Air India was the food. Probably the best airline food ever. Upon arriving in London, we got off the plane and through immigration, no biggy. Then.....baggage. Mine was there waiting for me, but Kim's...never came. After about an hour of talking with airport representatives, a general consensus was reached that the bag was on its way to Bombay. Shit.
After a little more time and frustration, we were on our way to Amsterdam (Oh, I want to add that Heathrow Airport is huge and sucks. Took us 30 minutes to walk to the next terminal and we didn't get lost. It's just that big.). Met a nice man on our 60 minute flight to the Netherlands, born in Amsterdam but lives in West Virginia. Finally, we arrived.
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