My Plane wouldn’t start

Okay so I decided that I would go on a solo trip (and if I get a partner eventually sure I guess they can come too). Every year since I am gainfully employed and have pretty decent vacation time I have decided as a self proclaimed single women that I would travel somewhere each year to keep the wonderlust alive. As a result, I decided that for my first solo trip I would go to Vancouver. There were a few reasons I picked Vancouver. First, it is in Canada so I knew that I wouldn’t be as nervous flying domestically, second, many of my favorite creators and fellow bloggers live there and it made me want to go there, and three I am a bit of free soul so I thought I would fit in the west coast mindset. 

My travel day was a wild roller coaster and series of fortunate events. First, I scored at the vending machine and got two bags of ketchup chips for the price of one and I got the seat to myself to Toronto and to Vancouver.

But let’s start with the plane not starting. I felt like I was in my car when my battery died and I had to wait for CAA. First, our pilot tried to start the plane quite a few times. The cabin was dark with only the emergency pathway lit. The pilot made an announcement, saying we had no power to one engine, and something about the battery. THEN he kept trying. They had to bring in three back up things, and then finally the issue became the battery. 

I did not know that planes were like cars (I know have I been living under a rock). To me, it sounded like he was basically saying that we lost power because of the battery and he needed a boost. He made yet another announcement once again and advised that he then needed to reprogram the plane because the power outage cleared the plane’s computer. Ah how comforting. During this time I might add, it was super hot in the plane as we sat in the dark waiting. People were surprisingly fine – I thought a lot more mayhem would ensue. I heard some dude calling people saying that he was waiting for the plane but for the most part, my flight was not crowded and I had my whole three-row seat to myself which was a huge bonus as did many of the other folks. I could stretch out my short legs and use my scarf as a little pillow. I was not connecting so this delay wasn’t a huge issue. 

There were only a few things running through my mind when the plane wouldn’t start: when can I use the washroom, when do I get food, my phone is at 50% battery life and I want to charge it. I also saw White Collar on the TV thing and want to watch it. Many of the other travelers were a bit nervous about making their connection. Don’t I know that feeling. The real mayhem ensued when we landed. There was a lady rushing off and pretty pushed this other lady over trying to get off to figure out her next flight. Overall, the flight was good. I have flown many times myself, but never at such a great distance totally alone but quite frankly it was wonderful. Conquered travel day 1, next time an international escapade.

Stay tuned for the next installment of thegordonedit travels.