The Worst Flight Ever
I just adopted two Ethiopian children. We drove from Addis Ababa to JFK and then home for two hours. Almost everything that could have gone wrong, did. For the children this was a very traumatic experience. Both children were in tears within moments of entering the aircraft. In less than an hour, the new five-year old is screaming at the tops of his lungs.
The baby has been crying for several hours and is constantly ill with parasites. After a few hours, flight attendants ask us to keep our kids quiet. At some point they asked me to take my child to the rear of the plane, near the bathroom because other passengers were getting upset. That’s a bummer, but it was not surprising.
But, on final approach, our pilot informs us that we cannot land at JFK due to bad weather and are diverted to Boston. We are stranded at Boston International along with 10 other 747s, which were also full of passengers. They all had to spend the night trying to find hotels or rental cars. The next flight will not depart until the following day. As we brought our oldest child for the trip, we were scrambling at 3 am to figure out how to entertain three children in the Boston Airport.
While surrounded by billions of strangers, the 1-year-old is spouting through her diapers onto the terminal floor. We finally managed to rent a vehicle and drive for a few hours towards home, before we stayed in a poor hotel. The next day, we drove the rest of our way home. It was 56 hours from door to door of crying, poop and no sleep.
WORST. FLIGHT. EVER. I felt terrible for those passengers. They must have had a horrible flight as well.
