The day started with us getting up at 2am to shower and prepare for our drive to the airport. before jumping in, I made sure that everything was packaged and that I was pretty much good to go. Once I had confirmed that, I got in the shower and began washing myself; when I heard my phone vibrate. I left it until I had finished the shower and while I was drying myself, I unlocked my phone and proceeded to read the text. It was from British Airways; our flight had been cancelled and we were being transferred to another flight. This set us back a fair bit as we had originally planned to do some sight-seeing when we got to New York. Nevertheless, we still got ready and had planned to leave around half 6. It would mean that we would arrive super early, but would allow us to get through security and relax.
The drive down was pretty quick with it only taking about and hour and a half, most likely due to the roads being quiet. We drove towards where the postcode for the parking section was directing us to, and when we finally arrived, it turns out that it sent us to the wrong car park. After speaking to one of the workers, he very kindly pointed us in the right direction and we went on our merry way again; this time we were able to find it, park up and catch the free shuttle bus to the airport.
We entered the airport and walked up to one of the automated check-in stations to print out our boarding passes and were promptly told by the machine that there was an error with retrieving them, which we suspect was due to the flight being cancelled originally, therefore we found a staff member, explained the situation and she printed them out, checked us in and pointed us toward the bag check-in station (which again, was fully automated).
We took it in turns to weigh our suitcases and watched them go off on their own little journey, then it was time for us to go through security and then chill. As always, I was pulled aside and asked to walk through the body scanner, which always flags an anomaly but neither security or myself know why or what it is. We were through within 30 minutes and instantly greeted with a Harry Potter shop, which of course, I had to go in and look around.
Once we had mooched about, we headed to Wetherspoons for a lovely breakfast and some alcohol to help us relax a bit more. Then, when we had finished, we took the airport train to the next building,; which is where our flight would be taking off from. Although we had about two hours before we could head to the gate, it passed by pretty quickly, with the added bonus that we were able to watch all the planes taking off.
It wasn’t long before we were boarding the plane and luckily I was the first person on, so Lynsey and I were able to put our backpacks away and settle before the remainder of the passengers boarded, at which point it became super busy. We had already loaded up the entertainment systems to see what was available. It had music, tv and films, as well as audio books and a live flight tracker. I had my Nintendo Switch with me so I started by listening to music and playing Minecraft. By the time we had taken off, I was immersed in my own little world.
The plane began to climb and after a short amount of time we were levelling out and the seat-belt light was turned off. The staff began waslking down the aisles giving out drinks. I started with a few beers; it’s holiday time after all. It wasn’t long before they brought the food trays out and I have to say; it was very filling, and once I’d finished my feast I had some more beer, coffee and watched a film whilst playing on the Switch.
Fast forward a few hours and we were landing at JFK Airport and waiting to get through security, which took almost an hour. Once we were through, we grabbed our suitcases and that was it, we were on our way to the exit.
The first thing we saw as an iconic yellow taxi – it was a bit surreal at first, but then again, most things were! We headed out and toward the air train, which was going to take us to the subway where we caught our transfer to 53rd St. There weren’t any stops closer to the hotel, unless we got another exchanged, so we decided to walk down to 45th St and enjoyed a bit of sightseeing on the way. The whole time we looking up at how high all of the buildings were. Again, a bit of a surreal feeling.
It only took about ten minutes and we had arrived at the Hotel. We walked into the massive lobby in awe (of how high the ceilings were). We plodded up toward the desk and joined the queue, to which took us 15 minutes. We approached the desk and went through the formalities, ready to check-in – only to be told that we would need to wait over an hour for our room as it wasn’t read. At this point fatigue had already set in and all we wanted to do was sleep. To be told we couldn’t didn’t really bode well, but we relaxed on one of the lobby sofas with a couple of complimentary drinks, accompanied by the various other people that were also waiting for a room.
An hour passed and I decided to head back up to the desk, where I placed my head upon the counter and in a very tired voice, I said “Please can I have a room, I am so tired and done with today”, to which the lady behind the desk completed a quick search and then proceeded to give us our key-cards for our room. We had been assigned a room on the 16th floor. With that, we moved swiftly to the lift and were in our room in no time at all.
With everything that had happened, the day was declared a write-off and to finish it off, we grabbed a McDonalds breakfast for our dinner and then slept for what felt like forever.