Waiting at My Las Vegas Gate at 2 am ... Thanks Virgin America...
When flight 1 of 3 back home to Brisbane was delayed due to weather, Virgin America staff simply told us: "You can take the next flight. It leaves in two days." After having driven to Chicago's O'Hare International Airport from Madison, Wisconsin, this wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for. However, the worst part was that the only reason this was even a possibility was because I had noticed the delay and had said something. Virgin America simply let another passenger beside me, whose connection also involved the once in a blue moon flight to Fiji, check in and waved them off to their fate of sitting on a runway somewhere and missing the Fiji connection. While my story does have a happy ending, unfortunately it doesn't have a nice beginning. Keep reading to find out how to take on the airlines when they are unwilling to help.
Wisconsin, Ny and Iowa
With the excellent excuse of taking part in my best friend's wedding, I headed to Wisconsin, New York and Iowa to catch up with some pretty spectacular humans and experience an American summer ... complete with FRIED CHEESE CURDS. While I love my Aussie home, Wisconsin will always have my heart. Keep reading to find out why.
Our First Hurricane Experience was a Wet One
Last Thursday, Cyclone Debbie dumped a month's worth of rain on Brisbane in just 24 hours. The rain began on Wednesday evening and didn't stop. David arrived at work, but was told that he could go home since some of the train stations were already underwater. I worked until 12pm, when the Brisbane CBD shut down. Although my shoes were soaked through from my journey to work, at noon the rain was light enough to walk home in. As I walked down Queen Street, passing huge chains like H&M with handwritten "We're closed due to severe weather" signs, I knew I was in for a wild ride.
I left my house for work at 8am. At 7:45am we had discovered that water was leaking from the ceiling onto the sofa, wooden cabinet and floor. We placed buckets under the leaks and hoped for the best. By 12:30pm water was down constantly dripping from four points in the ceiling, as well as coming from the baseboards in the kitchen and dripping directly on an electrical outlet in the bathroom. The worst part, however, was the humidity. No matter how much or how often we mopped, the floor remained soaking wet. Rain continued to pour down at an alarming rate, the sky dark grey and ominous.
Around 6pm the wind started to pick up. It reached 120 km/hr in Brisbane. While this was nothing compared with the winds that blew over the Whitsunday Islands (around 260km/hr), it still caused debris to hit our fourth floor glass windows. David said the loud thuds were birds. I'm convinced they were bits of palm trees. Either way, we couldn't see anything, so who knows what it was.
The day after the storm, the sun came out in full force. Our floors that had refused to dry were suddenly dry. However, the damage remains on our floors, ceiling and walls. Luckily, we didn't lose anything important like so many Queenslanders did, their homes and possessions still submerged as I write this.
I must say, I've had quite a few Snow Days in my life, but this is my first Flood Day, or Cyclone Day.
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