I’ve told this story many times, but the other day I realized I’ve never written it. It’s time to put it out there, because it’s unreal. I still don’t know how it happened, but it did. I flew halfway around the world on an airplane without a ticket. This is not fabricated. Honest. Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
It was 2006, the year before we moved to S. Africa, and we were taking lots of short-term teams over to do what we could to help with the orphan crisis that resulted from the AIDS pandemic. S. Africa is a long ways away, about an 18 hour flight from the U.S. East coast. For some reason, my husband and I planned a trip that was only a week long, including travel, with a four-year-old and a two-year-old. The odds were against us before we even began, but we were young and we forged ahead with that “I can do anything” attitude.
When we checked in at JFK airport in New York, something was up. The gentleman at the gate frowned slightly when he ran my boarding pass and told me the same thing the ticket agent said when we checked in, “I can only give you your boarding pass for this flight, because there’s a problem. You’ll have to get your London to Johannesburg boarding pass in London.” I didn’t think much of it since their systems weren’t fully functioning because of technical difficulties. I didn’t know what the problem was but figured I would just sort it out once I got to Heathrow.
An eighteen hour layover is too long to sit in an airport, so we decided to venture into the city, naturally making sure that we had enough time to be back and get my boarding pass. No big deal.
Well, it was a big deal.
We queued up like any other traveler to get that boarding pass. I’ll never forget the words I heard, “There is no record of you having a ticket. I don’t even know how you flew from JFK to here.” What? How is that even possible? You can’t just jump on a plane without a ticket. Except apparently I had. “Well, what are my options?” I asked. It was sounding grim, very grim.
We tried to reach our travel agent who booked the tickets, but the time difference was not on our side. She wasn’t picking up. Those poor British ticket agents. Several had gathered by now to help us sort out my issue. After several hours of talking back and forth, somehow they got a hold of the gentleman that let me on the plane in New York. How that happened, I don’t even know. Together they agreed to let me on the plane but strongly told me that I would have to contact my travel agent once I arrived in S. Africa. “Don’t worry,” I thought. “I’ll be contacting her about more than just sorting this out.”
“They are holding the gate for you, but you are going to have to run,” they said. Have you ever seen a family running through the airport with a four-year-old and a two-year-old. It’s quite a sight, but after all that, I was not going to miss that plane.
Can you believe that’s not the end of the story?
I proudly presented my boarding pass and passport and was relieved when the green light came up. My husband presented his documents, and no lie, they said, “We’re sorry, but you can’t board the plane. You don’t have two blank visa pages.” That’s when I lost it, like uncontrollable flood waters pouring forth in the form of incredulous sobs. Hell was breaking loose, and I didn’t care who heard it.
This can’t be happening!
A lady, perhaps an angel, appeared and asked to see the passport. She walked away, came back, and said with a smile, “You can board the plane now.” I don’t know if she felt sorry for us, but at that moment, I was willing to take any pity that anyone wanted to give. Ten hours later we landed in S. Africa and as soon as we went through immigration, they whisked my husband away, yelling loudly over his lack of visa pages. They ended up fining the airline a hefty amount of money for letting him on the plane.
If you’re wondering, the travel agent sorted out my non-ticket, and I had no problems flying home, but here’s the moral of the story…
Make sure you have a ticket, like a real ticket, one that gets you on an airplane, and make sure you have two blank VISA pages in your passport. Lesson learned on all fronts!
Tell me. Have you experienced any crazy flying stories? Do tell! I love a good story!