(If I make reference to travelling with someone, it’s because one of the guys that works for me – Jon-Paul Williams – is travelling with me this trip. If you look for an earlier post on here about fishing – the last fishing post, JP’s commented on that).
As I write this, we’re somewhere over the Atlantic. We’re also over two hours behind where we shoudl be. Talk about a catalogue of c***ups. As we got closer to Manchester in the taxi, I mentioned to Steve (the taxi driver) that the fog was building. “No problem” he said, “it’s not foggy enough to cause a delay”. I thought about those words after we boarded the plane (on time) and the pilot informed us that due to adverse weather conditions, the airport was operating with a single runway (for safety reasons I presume) and it would be another 50 minutes or so before we could take off. After about 30 minutes, it was still 45 minutes before we could push back, then the taxi would take around another 40 minutes.Then, an appeal came over the intercom for a doctor or medical person. There was some frantic action up the front of the plane; emergency medical equipment disappeared up front and some guy in a turban, presumably a medical person, disappeared up the front, returning after the panic. It turns out that a member of the cabin crew had suffered an allergic reaction to something (the pilot informed us later) but as the plane carried a “spare” member of cabin crew, they were still legal to set off. Phew.
So, two hours after our scheduled departure time, we were off the ground. The only concern now is whether we’ll make our connection at Philadelphia. If we hit the times the pilot reckons, we should be OK. If not, we’re on for a rescheduled flight down to Charlotte from Philly.
Anna: did you say you wish you were on this trip?
(after the event, here’s what a fog-bound Manchester airport looks like)

…time passes…
Well, immigration at Philly was much better that the same experience at Newark, although the queues were horrendous. Queues are something you’ve got to expect with international travel now though I suppose. We were two hours late by the time we’d cleared immigration and customs. In fact, our connecting flight was probably taking off as we were on final approach to Philly.
Despite having had conversations with several people who’d had reservations about US Airways’ customer service, we had no problem. They got us booked on to a different connecting flight with the minimum of fuss and we arrived in Charloote slighthly travel weary, but at least we got there in one piece. I should have added earlier that travelling on a A330 (or was it a A320) from the UK rather than a 757 is infinitely better.
When we wnet to pick up the hire car (another pleasant experience and better than previous thanks to the guy on the Avis rental desk – he had a sense of humour!), we were told that there were no “sub-compact” cars available. A sub-compact equates to something about the size of an Astra or a Focus. For an extra $30 per day, we could upgrade to a “full sized car” (probably something with a 19 litre engine that did 2 miles to the gallon and needed binoculars to see the dashboard from the back seat) or a “minivan” for the same price. We opted for the minivan, thinking it would be about the same size as Mrs Woolforbrain’s Picasso. It’s actally a seven or eight seater more like a Renault Espace.
It’s also got a column gear shift (though fortunately it’s automatic). So, another first for me. I’ve never drived anything that didn’t have a gearstick generally in the floor area (I know the Picasso has the gear stiock coming out of the dash, but it feels like it’s floor mounted).
We got lost as well, due in no small part to the fact I’ve never made the journey from the airport in the dark, and we were were both tired. A bit of good map reading from JP got us out of that hole though (I’m glad I bought that detailed map last trip!).
Once we’d checked in to the hotel, we got freshened up and went out to get something to eat. We walked past Starz – the sports bar next door to the hotel but it was busy. Pecadilos – the “deli bar” at the end of the road was fairly quiet though and we got a table there. Whilst we were deciding what to eat, we ordered some hot wings and a pitcher of Bud. The pitcher of Bud was $4.99 (about £2.50) and the wings the same for 12 – and they were absolutely gorgeous. We both followed up with burgers. in the end, the beer, wings and burgers for the two of us cost £17… not a bad price. The USD / UKP exchange rate is very in our favour at the moment. I can see that there will be less US people holidaying in the UK this year because of it. the UK isn’t particularly cheap at the best of times, and with the exchange rate doing what it is, it’s even less attractive.
Anyway, I think that’s enought for today. We’ve had breakfast and the sun’s shining (although it’s around 0′C), so it’s probably time to go for a little drive around. We’re going up to South Park mall later.
…just remembered something…
I’ve had several accusations that the last posting about my ADSL woes is the most unintelligable blog posting ever. Do I apologise? Not on your nelly!!