Trip Start Feb 05, 2009
11Trip End Feb 23, 2009
Our plane was full of holidayers heading out to all sorts of places south: jet-setters travelling to all-inclusives in Mexico, snowbirds going to Florida and California, and families destined for Disneyland. Many had 10 am connections in Denver and missed their flights because our plane was about 45 minutes late arriving.
We had done a lot of research before booking our flights and the options were endless. I had allowed at least two hours between flights, particularly if international, to allow for clearing customs, delays, etc
On our flight between Denver and Houston, we sat next to a 6' 6" fellow in his late 20s named Brett who was from St. Augustine, Florida. He was a property manager who regularly flew between Jacksonville, San Diego and Denver. As a child, he had lived for a short time in Alberta and had relatives in both Alberta and Saskatchewan. Recently, he and his brother had been in the Rocky Mountains near Banff to scatter his father's ashes. He was very interested in Canada and peppered us with questions about the best hunting and fishing spots where we lived.
On boarding the plane in Houston, we met a woman on standby with some very heavy carry-ons who was taking medical supplies and books to Nicaragua. She even had a chainsaw in her checked baggage! Martin helped her with her bags, put them in the overhead compartment for her and took them down when we arrived. The plane was only about half full. Across the aisle from us were two young fellows from Salt Lake City who were heading to a place just outside of Managua for three days of exploring and surfing. A long trip for just three days!