After a completed conference in the worst tourist district of Denpasar / Bali wanted my colleague Bernard and I translate to Palu / Sulawesi. Currently, the only air link is with the airline "Garuda" in Makassar. From there we were with "Wings" continues to Palu. Normally, the airline is preparing for "Wings" still fly the old machines of Douglas ("Where the still being built?" Quote: Firefly (Joss Wedon)), the greater discomfort. Come down, they are all so far!
Garuda contrast, is notoriously the largest and most reliable airline to be. It flew until recently even to Frankfurt, to have been there to protect the security regulations for foreign airlines.
Garuda is a name with tradition, particularly impressive for an airline. The name has its origins in Ramayanasage.
Here is the short version:
Ramayana young lover was kidnapped from the upper evil. The silly goose the safe circle of protection to leave the sugar-sweet kid (who turned villain) to stroke. Ramayana now wants his girl must have back. (I always ask myself at this time, as his people would have developed evolutionarily, if he had decided here a wiser woman take?) Since he is not the chief evil can defeat he called Garuda. After a short back and forth this brings on his back the white monkey king, the best action movie in style the bad guys defeated, the chick saves and the palace of the evil Abfackelt. Happy End!
This piece was also performed on stage in front of the swimming pool in our over-priced conference hotel. Garuda had an impressive appearance. He literally flew across the stage. Critical voices from the public but considered that it would actually fall now into the water and tear with 200 passengers to their deaths. But it was probably not a cabaret and d
he was an actor more reliable than the airline.
Back to the plane, in which Bernard and I sat. We were standing on the runway, when I noticed that my pocket knife with a 10 cm blade accidentally Spring is still in the hand luggage. (I have the two checks have just been lucky.) What the hell? We mentally prepared ourselves just for the start, as happened ... nothing like that.
Shortly after the announcement, there were technical problems and we would have to wait a bit. So we got into decay around the airport. "In ten minutes, fixing things, here you have two food vouchers, they come back afterwards." N
oh an hour (which lasted a total of three times 10 minutes), we were finally admitted that the flight would not take off 13 clock. This made it impossible to get our connecting flight in Makassar. So we went spontaneously into the management of Garuda and asked for. We offered to stay in Dempasar and only later, when we had a new connection is re-emerge in the airport (I had successfully tried surfing once and confessed my first big wave. But that's another story I anyhow any of them will not hear me tell.), but davo
n wanted to know nothing. No problem. We could just take the next connection.
With a little discomfort, and after my pocket knife and I have the security controls seven Times had happened, we got on the plane. In these moments I always hope that they have taken not only chewing gum to fix. The security Ballet, the pretty stewardess reassured me a bit. Honestly, how many successful ditching you have heard so far? And how many of them took place on the mainland?
After an hour flight we landed successfully in Makassar. I was tempted to applaud the pilot for it, but could in the last moment
act together yet. In the international terminal niegelnagelneuen us slept first one's face. We should have known better. The flight was gone and the next fully booked out. So we waited a few hours, hoping the staff is looking for a solution. But all they found was that there was no place left for the next three days. But we could remain on standby in the airport and perhaps slide down. That was the moment when we finally burst the collar. Immediately we presented an ultimatum to receive a ticket for the next day to 17 clock, or they would have to pay for the return flight to Denpasar at 17.30 clock. The change we
Erer negotiating policy was a sudden success. Somehow, an employee of the airline raise two tickets and two Bulleh (palefaces) were reassured. In any case, as long as we are up 19 Clock still stood in the airport and no one bothered to a hotel. We were put off as was the whole day after. Meanwhile, an Indonesian colleague, we reported on our experience, also cut his fist on the table, and minutes later was in possession of a ticket. All other passengers with the same fate were still waiting patiently. Why must be always the first angry man?
by 20 clock finally we entered a hotel. Most Indonesians rushed and crowded in front after typical Indonesian Art. Thankfully. I had hardly entered the building because I was already clear, I do not stay here! After a short discussion with the airline employees who were We and our Indonesian colleague drove back to the airport where we waited another half hour. Shortly after 21 clock we were checked into the latest and most expensive five-star hotel in town, got dinner and breakfast vouchers. Well it is but please. Why must be always the first angry man?
When I, after a relaxing hot shower, in the elevator went down to dinner, I met a few other European tourists. They had been with me in the late pilot. What were they doing here? After a short conversation I found out that they were already for 3 clock there and you brought them their tickets for the onward flight.
Damn!
Why can not always keep my mouth shut?
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