travel, ups and downs

In which everything is fine. Just long.

My week leading up to departure – Fine. Just long. The days trying to clear my desk, pulling all-nighters to not hand off too much to my team – Fine. Just long. The connecting flight to Denver, the layover at DEN, the trek to a bed in the small hours in Salt Lake City. All: Fine. Just long.

It’s a theme. But eventually we all fall into bed, and eventually settle enough to sleep.

Fine. Not quite long enough.

But away we go!

exploring and revisiting, photography, travel, ups and downs

Stay out dem oceans

So, we had a plan for this free day. We would swim in the morning – plenty of time for suits to dry – then maybe go back into Lahaina and stroll around the afternoon.

We were getting up and pulling ourselves together when I saw the flashing message alert on the phone. Continue reading “Stay out dem oceans”

exploring and revisiting, photography, travel, ups and downs

Soaring

The “big thing” for today is a helitour – her first – over Western Maui and Molokai.

We get there way too early but since we’ve got our bearings, we drive straight up into the island until the road gets narrow and winding (whoa-pa!) and D is almost starting to feel-less-than-good from it so we turn back. By the time we get back to check in for our flight she is feeling better and we’re ready to fly! Continue reading “Soaring”

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The trek

The conception was 6 years ago. I was in Ireland on a tour, and there was one group of brothers and sisters all on the tour together. It turned out that one of them had, in turn, taken each of their nieces and nephews on a trip of their choice as they graduated – and after the first one had chosen this tour, all the others did too. Now that all of them had gone, all of their parents who had never been, were now doing the same.

My oldest niece would have been just 12 then. But this idea of taking them on the adventure of their choice as they graduate – I loved this. Continue reading “The trek”

travel, ups and downs

Rough beginnings

I go to check in, and can’t for reasons unclear.

I leave after work, and the travel to the airport is bogged down.

The airport parking is almost full (despite my prepaid reservation) and I miss the shuttle bus.

I get to the airport and can’t check in without intervention.

“Intervention” means a line 20 people deep of complex time- consuming issues serviced by a single counter.

Resolution does come, along with a 30 (no wait 25, no wait 24) minute delay.

We get boarded, finally, and then are all made to deplane because a security sweep of the plane was skipped.

We RE-board, and push off.

We sit on the tarmac for so long that I wonder if it’s possible I fell asleep and missed our takeoff. (I didn’t.)

The man next to me is slight but still can’t seem to keep from manspreading so that his leg is always touching mine. I push myself to the far side and he still shifts, maybe just falling asleep but still irksome, until I get fed up and shift so hard in my seat that he’s jostled and moves.

When we land, they instruct us to wait at the exit end of the jetway for the gatechecked bags, where a large shipping door will open to provide them. The door is jammed and after 3 attempts by two different staffers, they send us back to the plane end to wait for our bags to come.

I get my bag, walk the hundred miles through customs, and find a ladies room. It won’t dispense the soap.

I get turned around and end up at the wrong end of the universe to catch the airport shuttle.

I catch the shuttle and have trouble getting into my hotel room.

But finally, finally, there is a room and a friend and a shower and a bed. And the clock is past 2 as I wind down, and then at last I am asleep.

there is something wrong with me, ups and downs

In which I am my very worst self

I spent last week at a conference. I went last year too.

The content on the whole is great. They have amazing keynote addresses (which this year even managed to be on topic) and amazing tech presentations. The breakout sessions turned out not to be as relevant to our role but they set up a “garage” area that was more in our sphere and that was cool.

Don’t I sound positive, after the fact?

It was great… it’s great BIG. Estimates varied from 12-14000 attendees.

All in all the event is too big for me – I feel lost in conferences with several hundred attendees, let alone several thousand. And they had growing pains of their own, little nitty things that added up to not a great experience.

Things like asking the people who were in for Training the day before the conference to get there 1-2 hours before we needed to be there, and then not letting us into the training rooms on arrival because they were still being set up.

Things like simultaneously asking everyone to come in and register a day early to get better positions at the concert night, causing a huge rush during training registration and sessions.

Things like having that rush correspond with not just 1 registration line but also separate lines for swag and concert entry. The entire facility was just a sea of snaking lines, and that was just the prelude to the event itself.

Ostensibly the theme of the event was Breakthroughs but I would say the real theme was lines.

My second day (the first day of the event proper) didn’t go much better. The coffee reception didn’t exist because we all needed to queue up for keynote seating. (I didn’t grab the awful hotel coffee because I was headed over to the reception).

No. Coffee. For. Me.

That line:

  • Had us standing on a concrete slab for over an hour (my back and feet in agony before we were done.
  • Didn’t have any separators to keep people in queue, so later arrivers were able to swoop in and get ahead of people who’d been there longer, waiting.
  • Didn’t guarantee a place in the keynotes because they had either oversold the conference or not set up enough seating inside. I got in, barely, and ended up in one of the farthest back rows, with easily hundreds of people still behind me. Some of them ended up in an overflow room, watching the event via streaming video. They were not pleased.

Continue reading “In which I am my very worst self”