So we landed in JFK and the first thing I needed to do was find a bathroom. Walk from the gate to Immigration area seems endless and there was no bathroom in sight. I approached Immigration and an employee asked me "US citizen". Yes, I replied, but where is the bathroom. He pointed around the corner. Finally! But with my luck I would find it closed for cleaning I thought. It wasn't closed.
A flight from Brazil was also being processed through Immigration at the same time, but the wait was not that long. The officer who stamped my passport said "Welcome home", which I thought was a nice touch. I went and got my luggage and then proceeded to go stand in another long line and recheck the bag. In Cairo they had been unable to issue my next boarding passes so I would have to get those as well. Surprisingly there was no line. I got my passes and rechecked the luggage. I had to go to terminal 4 for my next flight. Since it was only 8:30 ish and my next flight did not leave till 12:30 I decided to head over to terminal 4 and have breakfast. I emerged from the Airtran in terminal 4 to find the only sit down type restaurant closed. Fast food places were open, as well as the serve yourself pastry shops. I decided before I do anything else, I should call my bank and let them know I was back in the US and would be using the ATM card.
The automated customer service walked me through the process of giving my details, but as usual, there was no selection for the service I needed. After a while a real person finally came on the phone. Here is where it got interesting. They told me I did not pass the security screening and that my account was now being placed on hold. If I wanted to unhold it I would have to go into a bank branch. Great! There was no Bank of America branch in Indiana where I was headed. I decided to try to use the ATM card anyway and get a cup of coffee and a sandwich. DECLINED. No breakfast for me. Luckily I found a $5 bill in my wallet and was able to get the coffee anyway.
I moved into the gate area about 2 hours before my flight was scheduled to leave. From where I was sitting I had a good view of the security screening area so I amused myself for the next few hours people watching. I still was not sure I was in the right gate area as they had made a gate change and everyone at my gate was confused. But the gate change was for a different flight. I was going to Detroit. Turns out I was in the right gate area for my flight, but I started to get nervous when 12:00 rolled around and the plane had not even arrived at the gate yet. "Delayed" was flashing on the screen. Great. I had a connection to make in Detroit with a tight window. I was supposed to get to Detroit around 2:30 and my next flight left Detroit at 3:25. This delay was pushing me closer to a possible miss. I will probably end up missing my next flight and if I don't it will mean running through Detroit airport to get to the gate instead of a nice leisurely walk. Again, with my bad luck, the arrival gate and departure gate at Detroit will probably be at opposite ends of the airport.
I was right. When we finally arrived in Detroit I had to go to the opposite end of the airport and over to a different terminal. With less than 20 minutes before scheduled take off, I wasn't sure I could make it. I just said out loud "Terminal B" and this man (who was headed in that direction, too) looked at me and said follow me. I took off running up stairs and escalators, long corridors and a shuttle train. Once out of the shuttle train I had to run down another long corridor. Running on moving sidewalks is not an easy task. I reached the B terminal by gate 20 and still had to get to gate 11. More running on moving sidewalks. I reached the gate to find a handful of people proceeding through the gate. All zones should now be boarded. When the gate agent scanned my ticket it beeped. What now I thought. It was just a warning from Delta that this passenger might miss the flight due to a late takeoff from JFK. That was nice of them.
I thought the worst was behind me and it would be smooth sailing from there. I could not have been more wrong.
Map of Amman from 1956 - Here’s a really cool map from 1956. For more information, head over to Tobzeh. How small the city was.
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