There were one or two others, already booked out on the handful of flights left to leave that morning. As I was heading back I wanted to speak to reception. They were still being quite forceful about getting rid of me – they did not want the responsibility of looking after me. The desk to assist with flight changes was still functioning and I talked to this guy for a while. I would have been happy to go as long as I could carry on immediately. Trouble was the BA option from Cayman would not leave at the earliest for four more days anyway. If I took any of the other planes leaving, I could still end up being stranded in the wrong place for days on end waiting for a seat back to the UK. To add to the complication, I was due back on another job in Mauritius in less than a week’s time.
In the end there was a chance – Delta were flying out in the next couple of hours with a route that would get me to Atlanta with a couple of hours to make the connection to the BA flight. But he could only help me to book the Delta flight. I had to go online and look at changing the BA flight. If there was a problem on either leg, I would end up with an expensive mistake. As it was I had to shell out over 400 pounds to get on the Delta flight, on top of what had already been quite an expensive flight to Cayman. But it would get me home. The deal was done; but I had to get to the airport immediately as they were already checking people in. I asked the hotel to prepare my bill then ran to my room, piled my belongings in the case and rushed back. While I was paying off the bill, someone was grabbing me a taxi, and then I was away.
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