I love working in Latin America, but sometimes…

Performing an audit in Buenos Aires on Monday and Tuesday. Making an attempt to get out of BsAs on Wednesday early early morning from Buenos Aires Aeroparque Airport. As the flight was delayed, I would have skipped my connecting flight in Montevideo.

Pluna was getting so awesome and transfered me to a flight operated by Gol, leaving out of Ezeiza Airport in the afternoon. After a prolonged taxi experience, I lastly bought to Ezeiza, currently being informed, that this flight is delayed as nicely. Following some sweet 5 hours of ready, I could ultimately board my plane to Asunción, Paraguay and subsequently to Curitiba, my Brazilian residence, feeling all awesome and at ease to attain homey dwelling quickly.

In the early evening hrs, the flight took off in Asunción, heading in the direction of Curitiba. Reaching Curitiba, we totally liked the watch of thick fog hovering about the not so lovely airport of Curitiba. Thanks for whoever built it there, being the only foggy place close to. Anyhow. Our pilot decided ‘we are unable to land’.

Off to Sao Paulo, people! Landing in Guarulhos at about 21.30 in the night, now just marginally concerned how this full thing wouldl turn out. At that time, Curitiba Airport was now formally shut. I gained the heat supply of traveling to Florianopolis and subsequently taking a 7 hour bus trip to get to bed. Erm yerrrr. Not. I kinda pushed the GOL people to get a lodge in Sampa.

 “No resort offered in Sao Paulo”. Yeah appropriate. I was off, heading on a quest to uncover a person on my individual, which in fact did not appear to be far too uncomplicated. Ultimately, a joyful GOL dude came up: “I’ve received a resort for you. In Campinas!”. Ok GOL dude, which is 70km away. Never ever intellect, I took a taxi to Campinas, hoping to capture a flight to Curitiba from Campinas airport the future early morning (which is what they had promised me). Waking up now following all around 3,5 hours of not so deep snooze, I firstly ruined my Galaxy S2 by throwing it on the ground of my resort. 

Soon after the almost certainly most pricey wakeup get in touch with of my existence, I then took a brief shower, dashing to Campinas airport. And guess what. The GOL flight to Curitiba experienced been canceled. Superior 5, anybody? GOL wanted to supply us the courtesy provider of driving us (Again in my case) to Guarulhos. Great concept on a day, when community transport in Sao Paulo is on strike and 250km (!) visitors jams are documented. 

I chatted with a couple of men and women at the airport and uncovered out that Azul was offering a flight just 20 minutes later to beloved Curitiba. And, sure sure, there have been 7 seats readily available. I was trying to encourage GOL to pay the flight for me, and it didn’t do the job out in the very first spot. They despatched Anyone to Guarulhos, but I experienced more than enough of likely back again and forth and acquired my AZUL ticket, to afterwards check out to reimburse it with some head monkey dude of GOL, which worked out, someway. 

Truly not caring considerably about anything any longer, and forgetting about all the small business appointments I had skipped, I went by way of the security verify and walked in direction of my gate. Just to obtain out… yeah you guessed it… my flight getting delayed… by yet another 4 hours… bligh me. When I ultimately touched the floor in Curitiba at 14.00 this afternoon, I could not very feel it. 2 days to return dwelling from Buenos Aires. 6 airports. 3 airlines. 1 broken cell phone. fml