Ok. So the first flight was a bit of a pain-in-the-ass. Aires, however, did recover their reputation a bit.
Flight II, Bogota to Leticia...
This one I love. Tuesday night in Bogota, after our Embassadorial Adventure, La Flaca got a text message on her phone saying the following day's (Wed. Jan. 6) flight to Leticia would be two hours late. The text asked her to call a number which is impossible to call on anything except a home phone for confirming our rez. Eventually, thanks to the helpful staff at Bellissimo Italian Trattoria in Bogota, we were able to get ahold of Aires. After confirming everything for the now 1 pm flight, La Flaca asked, off the cuff, why the flight time was changed. "Weather," the woman said.
wait...
weather?
On a cloudless, breezeless night, weather? Fifteen hours in advance, these people changed a flight because of weather?
That's some serious fucking Doppler.
BTW, the next day at 11am and 1pm, the weather was fine. and the plane was an only an hour late (2 pm). Oh, and we were in the dead-last row this time, not second, and we sure-as-shit didn't exit out the back door this time. Oh, and La flaca's seat didn't have a seatbelt.
Consenus...
Aires Rocks!
For some reason, the flights back were less interesting, and this morning, EARLY this morning, on our Bogota to Barranquilla return-em home flight, we were in the first, yes, you heard right, first row, and the damn thing was on time, and the front door worked, and I was the second guy off the plane.
Home Sweet Home
Kisses
FppInternational
Oh, and as far as Capital City Capers go, after much back-and-forth, and hither-and-thither, The entire staff at FppIntenational is now permitted to enter the United States without a hitch, although features editor Dr. Dinkus Reichlin Phd. will have to mind his damned p's and q's.
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Aires: B/quilla to Medellin
We stop in both Cartagena and some other town on the way. It's like a plane/bus, people get on and off at each stop. But the second stop they try to land in a serious lightning storm. We got almost all the way to the ground, lightning all around us, before they find out that the airport is closed! Due to weather.
Are you back in the land of Tiger or the Hawkeye?
We just got back to BQ, and are glad to have done it. If the end of the Post is a tad to cryptic, La Flaca has been awarded US Residency. There was a ceremony and Cake and Butifarra and everything. Juanes sang some shitty song and there was a christening of a boat out on the Magdalena. A whole mess a crap.
Besos to you and Long Tall Paul
Easily I to but I about the brief should prepare more info then it has.
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