The previous post “Manawatu” was written at Palmerston North airport (first airport of this journey) on 31st October, New Zealand time. I have just discovered that apparently it did not publish which must have been because my flight was called and I happily closed the computer thinking it had gone to that great WordPress cloud/sky/whatever which is much more impressive than the mere word “server”. As far as I can calculate at the moment – being in a still-have-not-arrived-state of utter autopilot – that was over 40 hours ago and I still have not reached Block Island. I am in a hotel in Boston. (This state of affairs was caused by a faulty plane which was withdrawn from service so we had a 10 hour delay in Auckland, and the knock-on failures to connect all the rest of the way)
Boston – after 40 hours of canned air and indoor seating and walkways – I discovered here it is a quite beautiful autumn. I remember the equally beautiful Palmerston North spring green I have just left behind. What amazing possibilities we have now, travel and internet, etc. [How to look after it all, what is ‘being green’?]
While on the 10 hour wait – as always happens – people got to talking together – everyone was good-natured though some had plans much more disrupted than mine. I expect to get home to Block Island sometime. I confessed to a friendly soul that one reason I liked the actual traveling time, even when disrupted, was that there was absolutely nothing I was expected to do about it, other than wait to be told “what next”. This is so even without delays – I have given myself over to the airline, train and ferry operators – I do not even worry if something runs late and the connections will not be made – all I have to do is arrive at the next gate or desk and ask for help, or enquire what alternatives can be provided. There is an awful lot of sitting about, and canned air to breathe, energy is not required, just patience.
This trip, I have been given umpteen ‘snacks’ which I could do without, before getting on to the replacement plane which turned out to be the most modern and comfortable I have been in. The NZ airline new long distance planes have something in economy class rather like a small lazeeboy chair – it is comfortable!!!! And so many people had been diverted to their destinations on other flights that the cabin was half-empty. After queuing for immigration ‘next’ turned out to be a shuttle to the LA Hilton. Time for a shower and three hours sleep (wish it had been six) before another shuttle bus back to LAX for the last flight from LA to Boston. This was not great, but I am tired (and have finished my reading material, now its the kindle stuff). Amtrak were happy to change my train ticket so I plan to travel to the ferry tomorrow.
However, I have also discovered that all ferries to Block Island today were cancelled, so I would not have got home anyway, and tomorrow they should be running as normal.
The “dubious” philosophy: Let it happen. Enjoy not being responsible for anything much. I feel there must be a fault with this outlook somewhere, but it will certainly do for now, and it certainly fits with traveling.
(and it also fits Sidey’s weekend theme which is “dubious”)