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MSY-ZRH in the aftermath of "snowpocalypse"

Charles De Gaulle Airport, Paris

February 9-10, 2010, were bad-weather days in the city of Atlanta, GA. The "snowpocalypse" that gripped the east coast for more than a week by then had come to Peachtree Street. Worse yet, it had come to Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, ATL. Several thousand flights were cancelled from Tuesday to Thursday of that week, and things were still pretty chaotic by the time I was to leave for Zuerich on Saturday the 13th.

I booked an afternoon MSY-ATL flight for that Saturday, a bit of a departure from my usual get-out-early strategy. There's usually an 11:30am or so flight to ATL that I'll book, but this day, I took one with a departure time of 1:50pm. I was very lucky in this regard, because the first two flights of the day were cancelled, because the planes weren't at MSY. The mess the snow and weather made of Delta's largest hub placed a lot of their equipment out of position on Friday and Saturday. The flight I booked was coming from ATL just two hours before my flight, doing a fairly standard ATL-MSY-ATL run.

While there was lots of chaos around me, with Delta ticket agents furiously trying to re-book people from Friday as well as the two early flights that day, I was able to check in and wait in the SkyClub with little delay out front. The flight was 15 minutes delayed in taking off, but it was the 30 minute delay trying to find a gate to park at and someone to open up the plane that created all sorts of problems for me. The flight parked on "C" concourse, and I had less than 15 minutes to get from "C" out to "E" where my ATL-ZRH flight as parked. Naturally, I missed boarding by about ten minutes.

I don't know if I was just fortunate to have an efficient and sympathetic gate agent because of my Platinum status, but I like to think he would be nice enough to take care of anyone in this predicament the same way, but I was quickly re-routed to Zuerich via Paris-Charles De Gaulle Airport. Air France had a 6:30pm flight to CDG, and then I could easly connect from there on a commuter jet to ZRH.

So, in this case, the lemonade made from this mess of a flight day tasted pretty good. Air France flights to CDG always have better food than Delta flights to Europe. Walking across Paris (which is what it feels like at CDG) to get from the international terminal to the hop-flights isn't all that bad after sitting down for eight hours. The only serious downside to missing the Delta flight was that my bag didn't get transferred to the AF flight; it came in on the Sunday evening flight and was delivered to my hotel at some point while I was teaching Monday. It's been a while since I had to teach in my sweats, but the class had a sense of humor.

The return journey at the end of the week was quite uneventful, and that was just fine by me! The bus line that ran right past the hotel went all the way to ZRH, so I took the bus at 7:30am and was at the airport for 8am. Check-in went smoothly, and I slept through the main meal, not waking up until they were offering me that microwave cheese pizza Delta serves as a snack about an hour before landing. I had on my "Saints Super Bowl Champs" t-shirt on the trip, so I cleared ICE with ease. The ATL-MSY flight was a comfortable hour in first class, which was welcome after the long ride in a coach seat.

Looking forward to my next trip to Switzerland.

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@kissmygumbo's review of Hotel Monteleone

Editor's note: I so rarely stay at hotels in New Orleans, so when my Yatmedia partner Greta (@kissmygumbo) wrote about her stay at The Monteleone Hotel for her birthday, I nicked it from her blog to share here.

Big kudos to my hubby for planning an amazing night in the French Quarter for my birthday. He took care of ALL the details and did a spectacular job. We live about 40 minutes away from New Orleans and the French Quarter is now one my favorite non-beach destinations in the world. Never have I spent a moment there and not enjoyed the adventure!

I’ve spent hours riding the Carousel Bar @carouselbar in the Hotel Monteleone @hotelmonteleone and even produced my radio show from there, but had not stayed there for the 3 years we’ve lived here. Andrea Thornton, the Director of Sales and Marketing, told me years ago to let her know when I was ready to book a room. When I found out that was the booked destination, I sent her an email and she immediately upgraded us for our stay.

We started our overnight excursion by driving directly to the parking garage, which is conveniently located on the side street of the hotel and costs just $30 a day. The garage connects to the elegant
lobby where we walked in to see a bride and her bridesmaids getting photographed with beige gowns in the beautiful backdrop of marbles and chandeliers. It was breathtaking. The lobby is always filled with such excitement and energy with a plethora of seating to just get off your feet or wait for someone. I love the location of the Monteleone andsince we were eating at Antoine’s that night, we had a very short walk. After a quick check-in, we headed to the elevators with lots of staff greetings along the way.

Walking into a hotel room and falling in love with it, is not something my husband and I ever do. However, Hotel Monteleone was to prove to be an exception! The set-up of the room is perfect, a den with a half bathroom and then the bedroom with the major bathroom off of it (2 TVs too). The decor was charming and every detail was meticulously thought out to capture the essence of the charm and history of old New Orleans. I’m a modern kind of gal, but was immediately in love with the
drapes, the yellow and white wallpaper, the crown molding, the light fixtures and the furniture. If we had more time, the writing inspiration would have kicked as has happened with many writers in
history.

While I was getting ready for our night out, the gorgeous and spacious bathroom filled with mirrors and even a light up cosmetic mirror, (should come with a warning for those of us who prefer not to
see everything in a mirror) was a delight. When I stepped out, Andrea had sent us a bottle of chardonnay, chocolate covered strawberries and a handwritten note on fleur de lis notepaper. I quickly forgot about my view in the bathroom, because we had our 15th floor view of the Mississippi River and the French Quarter without the noise. We felt comfortable and at home in the room and enjoyed kicking up our feet while we drank our wine and devoured the delicious strawberries.

We headed down to the Carousel Bar in the hotel, which is usually our meeting spot for friends anyways. My favorite bartender Marv was off for the night, but Mike took great care of us. After a long night on the town, we stumbled home from the Ritz-Carlton, hubby carrying a Lucky Dog, and fell into the most comfortable bed and linens I can remember sleeping in. You know it is a good bed, when you have no desire to get out of it and get to a Sunday brunch in New Orleans and opt for a later meal. We both agreed that we can’t wait to stay at the Hotel Monteleone again during Tales of the Cocktail this summer.

*They do offer a military discount.

* You can see pictures of their rooms here.

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HEL-AMS-MSY 15-16 December


KLM "Cityhopper" Regional Jet

My trip home from Helsinki which began on 5-Dec was a bit more complicated than planned, thanks to multiple cancellations of flights because of aircraft mechanical issues.

I wrapped up the training I was doing for Hitachi Data Systems on Monday, 14-Dec, and was scheduled to fly home the next day. My original itinerary was to be a reverse of the outbound trip: an early-morning flight from Helsinki (HEL) to Amsterdam (AMS), then AMS to Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta (ATL), with a final hop from ATL to Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans (MSY). This trip was off to a bad start from the beginning.

(more after the jump)

At about 0600 local time at HEL, the gate agents for KLM (who were contractors to a local airport service company) began arguing at the gatehouse desk. Since said argument was in Finnish, I didn't quite follow. A couple of minutes later, the pilot came back up the jetway from the KLM Airbus A320 we were to fly to AMS and joined the discussion. In English, the pilot explained that there was a mechanical problem with the aircraft. He apologized, said it was a brand new A320, just put into service by KLM a week ago, therefore, with typical pilot-casual arrogance, he couldn't imagine it being something serious. The problem was, KLM did not have a licensed aircraft mechanic at HEL. Like many airlines, they use a contract mechanic on an on-call basis. That meant a 45-minute delay at a minimum for the call-out and diagnosis.

An hour later, the flight was cancelled, via an announcement in English by the pilot (who was Dutch). This caused a stir in the gatehouse. Clearly the gate agents did not want to do KLM's dirty work. It was difficult to determine if they were just lazy or if they didn't want to be the bearers of bad news because they worked for a contract company. We were instructed to pick up luggage downstairs at baggage claim and then re-directed to a KLM service desk. My bag was forever coming out, so the service desk was jammed with frustrated/annoyed/angry passengers. I sat down in line and rang the Delta "special services" line. Delta re-booked my itinerary, putting me on a 11am HEL-AMS flight. Since I would miss the AMS-ATL leg, they put me on flight DL259, the second Northwest Airlines flight, AMS to Detroit (DTW), of the day. I had to walk the length of the terminal building to get back to the KLM check-in desk, where they once again took my bag and re-issued my boarding passes.

The two-hour HEL-AMS flight was an uneventful flight on a regional jet like the one in the photo above. We landed at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam with enough time for me to clear Dutch passport control and grab a quick bite to eat. I made it to the gate, cleared security (at Schiphol, they do ID and carryon inspection at the gate), and sat down to wait.

And wait. And wait. The Northwest A330 we were to fly to DTW also had mechanical difficulties. The KLM staff manning the gate (KLM employees at Schiphol) explained that they really wanted to get this flight out if possible, because, even delayed, we would be better off in Detroit. So would they, given the cost of hotel rooms they'd have to pay for in Euros at AMS. Alas, after two hours of waiting, they were forced to cancel DL259 on the 15th. Another call to Delta special member services, and I was re-booked on DL253. A very-courteous KLM staff put me up in the Crowne Plaza near Schiphol, bought me dinner and breakfast, and the hotel even bought me a drink at the bar. My luggage stayed in the system, otherwise I would have changed clothes and hopped on the inter-city train for dinner in Utrecht.

I returned to Schiphol on Wednesday morning, 16-December, for DL253. I checked in at a KLM Business/Elite desk, where a professional and lovely (in both looks and personality) lady took care of finalizing the re-booking of the flight. This slowed me down a bit, but not critically so. The passport control lines are always longer for people entering AMS from outside the airport than the EU-International crossover zone inside, so getting in was slow going. Fortunately, I had a good breakfast at the hotel, so no worries here.

I had my passport scanned and cleared the personal security screening at the gate with no difficulties. When I went to the boarding line, however, I ran into a problem. The KLM gate agent manning the boarding line was one of those types who behaves like a kindergarten teacher who is fired for being too anal-retentive. She demanded I produce a paper ticket.

When a passenger ends up re-booking more than once on an international itinerary, the e-ticket system tends to break down. There are a number of fees and tariffs on international air travel, so the computers kick the itinerary back into the traditional "paper-ticket" systems. Experienced gate agents are aware of this and take care of the warning flags for the by now frazzled passenger.

Alas, this KLM gate agent was either inexperienced, or just naturally hostile. Perhaps both. She demanded my paper ticket. I said I had none. She then thought I was a fraud, since my boarding pass said "paper ticket required" I explained that I got that boarding pass from her colleague at the KLM business/elite ticket desk there at AMS, but she would have none of it. I must have a paper ticket. I said, I'm sorry, but her colleague did not issue me one. She then demanded a print-out of my e-ticket. That's when I got snippy and snarky. I said "if I printed it out, it wouldn't be an electronic ticket, would it?" She then demanded I get out of the line and wait at the desk in the gatehouse for one of those agents to return. When her colleague returned to the desk, the more experienced lady called me up on the computer. Casting one of those "you moron" looks to the younger agent (who was looking over, expecting to be vindicated), she walked me back to the front of the check-in line and sent me through. I went through the x-ray/metal detector routine and boarded the plane.

The AMS-DTW flight was uneventful. The combination of no sleep the previous night and self-hypnosis MP3s put me out quickly. I skipped the first meal service, getting about 5 hours' sleep. I ate the microwave pizza and watched a movie. Soon enough, we landed at DTW.

My suitcase did not make it on DL253 for some reason, so getting through ICE was actually simpler. There was a Delta (former NW) agent right after Customs control (the last thing before passengers get out of federal limbo) manning a table with all the domestic boarding passes for the disrupted fliers. She told me to deal with the baggage issue at MSY, gave me a boarding pass, and sent me on my way. I had a nice chicken sandwich and two pints of Guinness at the "Irish pub" on the B concourse at DTW and was more than ready to go home.

The DTW-MSY flight was on an Embraer 190. This is a model of regional jet that has seats three across: a seat, the aisle, then two seats. It's also got first class seating. I plopped in one of those first-class seats, was served a glass of red wine, then read/napped/read (and red) all the way home.

At MSY, the gentleman who is at the Delta Baggage desk saw me coming and was not happy about that. This was the fourth or fifth time my bag has been delayed by DL this year. Because the bag was in the KLM/Northwest system, they didn't have a clear picture of where it was. I was tired and just asked they find it for me. It ended up on an AMS-MEM flight the next day and arrived at the house on Thursday evening.

Overall, even though I was plagued with cancellations and re-bookings, I was treated fairly well by the SkyTeam folks. With the exception of one very-rude KLM agent at AMS, I can't complain. I'm just hopeful I don't get two flight cancellations in the same trip anytime soon.

New Orleans to Helsinki 5-6 December

Amsterdam's Schiphol Airport

I'm teaching in Helsinki this week, so the flight plan is New Orleans to Atlanta, Atlanta to Amsterdam, Amsterdam to Helsinki.

The flight to ATL was a bit bumpy. This happens on about half of my MSY-ATL (or return) flights. The air gets choppy over Alabama, sometimes to the point where the flight attendants have to shut down their service in the main cabin of the plane. My platinum status with Delta means I'm usually upgraded for this leg when I buy the ticket or within a day or two after purchase. This flight was no exception. Other than the bumps, the flight was what you'd expect for an hour.

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Once at ATL, I had some time to kill. The timing of the MSY-ATL flights was such that I'd have either an hour or a three-hour layover. When I'm teaching, it's more than essential that I get to where I'm supposed to be on Monday morning, and that means making sure there are no missed connections. That made the one-hour layover dangerous. ATL is such a large hub, better to be there early. We came in from MSY on "B" and the flight to Schipohl departed from "E" so I made my way to the international concourse after a bio-break. I had lunch at the upscale sushi place on "E" (detailed review to follow). Then I headed over to the always-crowded SkyClub and did some work until time to board.

Usually I'm early to the gate, so the "breezeway" thing isn't a big deal, but they started boarding before I got there, so being able to legally jump the line was a good thing. I was nestled into seat 28G in no time, next to a nice gentleman from South Carolina. The plane was an older B737-300, with no individual entertainment systems. Luckily my iPod Touch was charged fully. We were only about 6 minutes off of an on-time departure.

As soon as we got to 10K feet, I put on some self-hypnosis stuff by Dick Sutphen, and was out like a light. And I mean out to the point where I passed on all service, first beverage, dinner, snack, and breakfast. No complaints, I don't need to be eating all that airplane food, anyway. We arrived at Schiphol Airport at 0730CET, a full half hour ahead of schedule.

Schiphol is set up so you're not immediately routed off to immigration. If you've come in from a non-EU country (like the US), and are transferring to a flight to another non-EU country, you stay on one side of the immigration barrier. If you're like me and connecting to a flight within the EU, or if AMS is your final air destination, you got through passport control. The lines were about twenty-deep, but moved quickly. Looking at the time (0830 and I had a 0900 boarding time), I passed on going to the KLM Crown Lounge and headed in the general direction of the gate for the AMS-HEL flight. I stopped for a quick breakfast (photo at top).

The AMS-HEL flight is usually an A320, but this time it was a regional jet. This is the first time I'd flown a regional for KLM. Other than having to take the steps down to the tarmac and back up the plane's steps, no problems. I quickly nodded off again and slept through most of the 2:15 flight to Helsinki. The flight was uneventful except a bit of chop as we hit the cloud cover over Helsinki. Once on the ground, no immigration or custome--the Finns trust the Dutch, I guess. Taxi to the hotel and all was well.

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