Memento Mori - Pictures

Memento Mori - Post-Mortem Equine Pugilism...

...or: Beating a Dead Horse.

I honestly did think that my trip was over after the last post, since all that was left was going home. However, considering that this trip was one of "those" trips. You know, those trips where things happen that years down the road you laugh at? Only I started laughing before i was even done with things happening to me. It was only another minor thing, but in the spirit of full disclosure and complete documentation I felt obligated to, well...document and disclose.

When I woke up in Peggy's Cove there seemed to be little left to do but make the less-than-an-hour drive back to Halifax to drop of the car and then make for the airport. Actually, I changed my plans a bit and paid an extra $20 so I didn't have to drive back to Halifax at all, and just dropped the car off at the airport. I had plenty of stuff to keep me busy for a few hours so it seemed worth it to save the hassle and cost of getting from the city center back to the airport. I made use of the time at the airport by catching up on current events, editing and at least uploading pictures to Facebook (next post on here should be the same pictures), and grabbing a bite to eat before take off. All seemed to be going well until about 30 minutes before we were to board the plane when we were told the flight was cancelled. I didn't even have to hear them announce the flight number to know, know, that it was my flight they were about to cancel. After all, it had been one of those trips. This time the flight was canceled due to maintenance issues with the plane, which considering the alternative of crashing it was probably best. I found it entertaining and in turns annoying that other people on the same flight seemed to think they were being inconvenienced more than others on the flight. Some getting agitated and irate with the girls at the ticket counter like they had been the ones to screw up their travel plans. There was one group of guys that kept trying to cut in front of all the different lines we ended up in; from getting refunds on their duty free purchases, getting their checked luggage returned, and getting travel and hotel reservations. Their ring leader, an obviously well-traveled businessman who kept making sure his compatriots knew he was calling "his girl" to get better arrangements made, kept trying to make extravagant demands of the people. He wanted someone to mind their luggage so they could get up to the counter faster to get better accommodations, wanted a taxi allowance because the hotel shuttle buses weren't good enough for him, and better hotel because the Hilton wasn't good enough, a larger and cash-based food allowance (as opposed to the vouchers everyone else got) because he was not eating in the hotel restaurant. Much to his chagrin and my delight he didn't get anything more than anyone else. One guy did manage to trade his hotel and food vouchers in for an upgrade to first class on the next flight, but that was his choice and I didn't grudge him that.