Travel horror stories

Oh, friends–the dog ate my post! I was writing one in my head last night on the airplane to my parents' (only 3 hours delayed!) and then it never made it into the computer and now I've forgotten what the topic even was in my travel-induced stupor.

Has anyone had any horror stories or funny stories about travel lately?

I'll start: So last night after a series of snafus including their thinking I didn't have a ticket, and my almost not getting a seat on the flight, we got on. It was a small plane (maybe 80 seats) and we had one flight attendant, who was an exact cross between Steve Urkel and George Jefferson. From the way he made the announcements to the way he walked down the aisle, it was uncanny. And then he engaged me in a bizarre and really funny conversation about pretzels vs. peanuts that I wish I could remember verbatim.

Anyone?

49 thoughts on “Travel horror stories”

  1. JC is a flying ROCKSTAR! After spending four extra hours in the airport flirting with all the pretty girls we *finally* got on the plane and flew into O’Hare.Of all of the things I was trying to plan out in my head to make things go smoother 2 were a complete disaster –
    1. Installing the rental car seat at 10p a gillion hours late, hungry, cold, and tired.
    2. Any time I suggested that Mister should move JC through the bitter cold air in a hurry and I would manage all other items because then it became very important for him to move *everything*.
    Traveling with a 4 month old – not bad.
    Traveling with Mister – always makes my head hurt.

  2. I just returned from a jaunt to the Bahamas last week, and on the way down from Toronto, I was violently, violently ill on the plane. I have been flying since I was five years old and I have never had to use the barf bag before. On this flight, I used every one in our row. My two year old was so concerned!To top it all off I was 33 weeks pregnant, so it was quite a show. I had two flight attendants fawning over me with cold cloths and offers of a wheelchair when we landed. I had reclined my seat when the vomiting started so I managed to get it in my hair and on my clothes. I stunk of it. It was beyond humiliating.

  3. OMG, please don’t scare me half to death with travel horror stories! The prince and I have an 18hour journey ahead of us so we can attend my father’s wedding – 12hours of which is flight time (transatlantic followed by transcontinental), and I am absolutely PETRIFIED. Not the best of flyers anyway, and this will be the first time the prince has flown (he’ll be 20 months old). Oh, and I’m doing it solo. Help! (or does this count as thread hijacking? Sorry)

  4. This one has a nice ending….Got re-routed and delayed several times while going it alone with 10 month old baby E trying hard to walk. Twelve hours later, we ended up at an airport far, far from our destination, staring at a 5 hour layover. No naps yet. After feeding E all the breastmilk I could muster and all the bananas I could afford, I ran out of ideas. Bought a Wolfgang Puck pizza, shoved it in one of those mesh feeding bags. E was thrilled, gnawed the pizza, then took a nap right on my lap. I had to freeze in place for the nap’s duration.Here’s the happy ending: A flight attendant waiting for her flight brought me a People magazine to read during E’s nap. It was one of the nicest gifts I’ve ever received.

  5. Once in my college days I sat next to two people who just made the happy discovery that they had been at the same exorcism conference. They chatted about exorcism the entire flight, and at the end one of them said, “Wow, this flight just went by so quickly talking to you.”Not for me.

  6. Last Thanksgiving my parents convinced me to visit my grandma & introduce my 10-month-old to her great-grandma. The flight there was almost empty (hurray, daughter got 2 seats to herself!) and had those pick-your-own-program TVs in the seat. So during nursing and napping, I got to watch what I wanted. When daughter was paying attention, we watched Sesame Street reruns. (So much for the gazillion toys I brought with me.)On the flight home, I was delighted to discover that not only did I get an aisle seat, but there was another Mom across the aisle from me. She had her 23-month-old in her lap. The 2 kids entertained each other wonderfully (and quietly!). I was thrilled and I’m sure every other passenger on board was equally pleased.
    So – no horror stories from that trip. I was totally expecting the worst and was shockingly delighted.

  7. I’ve had it both ways. First flight was with Beaner when he was 4 mos – it was a short trip, only 3 hours. I followed advice and nursed him on take-off to help his ears. BAD MOVE. He developed some terrible gas pain ( I think the gas bubbles expanded as we took off) and he spent 2.5 hours of the flight screaming. I became THAT PERSON I had always hated pre-children, so I spent most of the flight in the airplane bathroom with beaner and I both sobbing.Second flight at six months, was 2 approx 6 hour legs to get to far off grandparents. And it couldn’t have been better. Beaner didn’t want to sleep, but he stayed happy, the flight attendents came to play with him frequently so I could grab a drink and a bit to eat (I was flying solo), I had an empty seat beside me so they let me bring the car seat on board for when he did fall asleep (bliss). I was absolutly expecting the worse but it was all good – I learned my lesson about the nursing tho and offered him a pacifier on take off and landing. He’s not usually a pacifer kid but it worked – and I waited until I was in the air to nurse.

  8. My worst plane flight ever was when I was 11, my sister was 8, and we flew sans adults (ah, children of divorce) from Boston to Portland ME on a 7- or 9-seater. You climbed up the fold-down stairs, placed your suitcase in the back of the plane, and folded your seat down from the wall. Before takeoff the flight attendant fastened a big net to keep the luggage in place and pulled a curtain so we couldn’t see out the pilot’s front window. The really terrible part was my sister was suffering from some ear pressure problem (despite gum and swallowing – we were old pros) and cried in pain for most of the flight.Most annoying airline travel with kids was when they evacuated the terminal in Philadelphia 20 minutes from the end of our 3-hour layover due to a security breach. Casper was I think 21 months old, and pretty cheerful all told, but there were no announcements on the PA, nobody to ask for information (would our flights wait for us?), and an incredibly long line to get back through security (backed up into the ballroom of the airport hotel!)

  9. Hmmm- looks like the site ate my comment. I’ll try again- apologies if this is a duplicate.@Ashramama and anyone else worrying about flying with a baby: I always try to remember what I thought when I was on “the other side”. I flew A LOT for work for awhile pre-baby. I never once was annoyed by a child whose parents were obviously trying. The crying that is so horrible to the mother is usually not that bad to the people around. And there are always headphones. I was very occasionally annoyed by a child whose parents seemed to be out too lunch. I was frequently annoyed by other business travelers, for a variety of reasons. My point is- most of the people without kids will cut you some slack.
    That said, we’re taking a 6 hour flight tomorrow night. We hope Pumpkin sleeps. We’ll have a bag of goodies in case she doesn’t. One thing we did right on her first flight was to take markers and paper. She likes to color, so we fly with the markers that will only color on the special paper.

  10. Coming back from Mexico after a nice vacation with a two year old past his bedtime = recipe for disaster. The airline moved us around so we were in the last row right in front of the toilet so anytime the fasten seatbelt light wasn’t on (very rarely on this flight) there was a huge line, people were crowding & elbowing us, and then there was the smell.Two year old didn’t have his own seat (my last attempt at being cheap) and was beyond consoling. Tried usual bedtime routine – bounced him in the galley (nice flight attendant even turned out the light for me), tried to get him to nurse, but he kept yelling, “ALL DONE NIGHT-NIGHT!”. Many other kids on the plane including one baby who cried the whole 6 hour flight. And all the kids were in the back of the plane so it was quite a scene. When our friends (whose own three year old was, of course, quietly sleeping on their laps) offered to hold our son so we could get a break, the mean flight attendant told them that “lap children” could only be held by their own parents. UGH! Longest flight of my life.

  11. Transcontinental – transpacific flight. My kind husband had spent 60,000 extra frequent flier miles to get me a nonstop flight since I was 13 weeks pregnant and not feeling great. Rerouted to the city that we’d spent all those miles for me to NOT have to stop in because ALL THE FUEL DRAINED FROM ONE OF THE ENGINES. Very exciting (though ultimately uneventful) landing involving a crew of fire trucks and ambulances chasing us down the runway. Several hour delay. Vomited every hour on the hour for the first half of the flight home.Second place: Twelve-hour flight delay caused by one inch of snow. Watched Korean Air employee attempt to shovel around their airplane (most amusing moment of the day). Stuck in an old terminal that sold out of food in the first few hours of the day. Followed by a 12-hour flight with horrible food – tasted like it’d been in a warmer for 18 hours, hmmm… – in seats with extra-special little legroom with 6’4″ husband.
    Glad I’m not flying this year. 🙂

  12. I boarded a tiny puddle jumper by running quickly through the freezing rain, blindly following the people in front of me. I was headed, in January, to Ottawa Canada from warm-ish Atlanta Georgia. The person in front of me found someone in her seat already and they both produced tickets to that seat. The flight attendant came to work it out and immediately went to the speaker at the front of the plane. “To everyone who thinks this plane is going to Canada, you are on the wrong plane. The plane at the next gate is heading there. This flight is heading to Cancun.”And for some reason, I climbed out and went to Canada.

  13. @Sheila — Though that exact thing has never happened to me, it is EXACTLY the sort of thing that WOULD. You have my utmost sympathy. What misery that must have been!

  14. My brother just arrived from Vancouver, BC to here. He was on the bus for 33 hours. I think that sounds like a horrendous trip in itself. He had some chick donating her sexual services, sat next to another woman who was apparently quite psychotic, and to boot he only slept for 6 hours. Then he arrived to -45 celcius Saskatchewan.I flew to Atlanta from here a few years ago and I thought I’d have nothing but nightmares. Surprisingly the worst thing was going through customs when I got home. Nothing like officers ripping apart your luggage and then leaving you to repack it all. So much for gracious individuals at Canadian Customs! All because I have dread locks in my hair. There was a kid behind me in a trenchcoat who was vibrating because he had lost his passport and identification, and of course he didn’t get picked. Guh.

  15. You know how ten-year-old boys go through that stage where they memorize facts about their favorite subject, and then recite them to any adults in the vicinity for hours?Try a four-hour flight with one of those in the seat behind you whose personal obsession is airplane crashes. Dates, number of fatalities, causes of flaming wreckage, the works. And he didn’t shut up for four hours, nor did he change topics.
    On a brighter note, Ashramama, there’s a blog entry in the “Motherlode” section of the NY Times today all about flying solo with young children. Hundreds of helpful suggestions from parents about how to fly with young’uns, as well as the usual cranks.

  16. Oh oh! I have a horror story — in fact it was so horrifying you might even laugh, in which case it could count as both horror and humor.Picture me, husband, and just turned-two-year-old on a cross country flight from Seattle to NYC. Picture a tired but unable to sleep 2-year-old on that flight. Wait, let’s go back a few hours: picture me and husbanding drinking cosmopolitans the night prior to said cross-country flight. And picture husband pretty much passing out (and me having to wake him up at 6AM for our flight). So, yeah: an incredibly painful cross-country flight with a two-year-old who refuses to sleep on the plane (a new policy that prohibits walking up and down the aisle) and two very hungover parents.
    (After this picture a four hour layover in JFK and a, no joke, 1AM arrival in Burlington Vermont).

  17. Oh oh! I have a horror story — in fact it was so horrifying you might even laugh, in which case it could count as both horror and humor.Picture me, husband, and just turned-two-year-old on a cross country flight from Seattle to NYC. Picture a tired but unable to sleep 2-year-old on that flight. Wait, let’s go back a few hours: picture me and husbanding drinking cosmopolitans the night prior to said cross-country flight. And picture husband pretty much passing out (and me having to wake him up at 6AM for our flight). So, yeah: an incredibly painful cross-country flight with a two-year-old who refuses to sleep on the plane (a new policy that prohibits walking up and down the aisle) and two very hungover parents.
    (After this picture a four hour layover in JFK and a, no joke, 1AM arrival in Burlington Vermont).

  18. Oh oh! I have a horror story — in fact it was so horrifying you might even laugh, in which case it could count as both horror and humor.Picture me, husband, and just turned-two-year-old on a cross country flight from Seattle to NYC. Picture a tired but unable to sleep 2-year-old on that flight. Wait, let’s go back a few hours: picture me and husbanding drinking cosmopolitans the night prior to said cross-country flight. And picture husband pretty much passing out (and me having to wake him up at 6AM for our flight). So, yeah: an incredibly painful cross-country flight with a two-year-old who refuses to sleep on the plane (a new policy that prohibits walking up and down the aisle) and two very hungover parents.
    (After this picture a four hour layover in JFK and a, no joke, 1AM arrival in Burlington Vermont).

  19. Oh oh! I have a horror story — in fact it was so horrifying you might even laugh, in which case it could count as both horror and humor.Picture me, husband, and just turned-two-year-old on a cross country flight from Seattle to NYC. Picture a tired but unable to sleep 2-year-old on that flight. Wait, let’s go back a few hours: picture me and husbanding drinking cosmopolitans the night prior to said cross-country flight. And picture husband pretty much passing out (and me having to wake him up at 6AM for our flight). So, yeah: an incredibly painful cross-country flight with a two-year-old who refuses to sleep on the plane (a new policy that prohibits walking up and down the aisle) and two very hungover parents.
    (After this picture a four hour layover in JFK and a, no joke, 1AM arrival in Burlington Vermont).

  20. Mine are all old. But still kind of funny:There are tons of flying in China stories, but they’re so old that they’re dusty – 20+ years later, these probably aren’t happening and probably aren’t relevant.
    Stories from the US:
    My flight went through O’Hare with a layover, and our timing was bad – we crossed with one of those storm fronts that marches squall after squall down the front in series, and we hit it right AFTER we taxied to the runway for takeoff. So we sat on the runway, about six back. And sat. And sat. And sat. They fed us lunch. And we sat. And they reloaded the meals and fed us dinner. And we sat (3 hours apart on those). About when they were clearing up dinner, we noticed a pizza delivery truck driving along the runway toward the front of the line. There was a fairly short delay, and then the pizze delivery truck drove back down the runway. A few minutes later, the pilot announced for our edification that the forward plane had run out of food and didn’t have enough backup, so the pilot had taken pizza orders and called it in. Seriously, they delivered to the plane on the runway. We couldn’t see how they got the pizza INTO the plane, from our angle. I’m dying to know.
    With kids:
    First flight with Mr G, when he was about … hmm, I think 10 months old? Still in the car seat, able to stand, not too good at walking without holding onto hands. Anyway, when the flight was steady and the seatbelt lights were out, we’d let him stand up in his seat or our laps. He had spilled a bunch of Cheerios into his seat earlier, and he was grabbing them and eating them, playing with them, sitting, standing (hands lightly maintaining balance on the back of the seat in front of us). Sit, stand, fish in seat, stand, sit, fish in seat, stand…
    About 20 mintues before the end of the flight, I realized that he’d been palming the cheerios and was oh-so-casually opening his hand one finger at a time (while looking around cheerily) with his hand over the back of the seat in front of us. Cheerios were gently rolling down into the collar of the guy in that seat.
    AHHHH! Um. I had no idea he was so sneaky, really. I swear! That was one of those ‘oh, we’re so not ready to parent this child’ moments.
    Two years later, we flew again, and Mr G was really excited. We got a seat in some empty rows near the back of the plane, with just one guy a row ahead and at a diagonal from us. I guessed the guy was not a fan of flying – he had the death-grip on the arm thing going, and looked clenched up and pale. I knew I was right after Mr G started talking about how much he loved flying: “I WUV fwying! The pwane go (happy excited voice) UP UP UP UP and den the pwane go (biggest most dramatic thundering voice he could muster) DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN!” (the guy turned slightly green at that point, and I shushed Mr G a lot after that – too late, I’m afraid.)
    Happy travel season. And never trust a kid with a handful of Cheerios. 😉

  21. @Ashramama, 20 months is pretty cool for travel. Kid is old enough to find everything fascinating, but not so old that they get annoyed at the fifth walkies trip up and down the aisle. Old enough to watch a movie, not so old to complain about the offerings.Hints (probably covered in the article mentioned above):
    Rent a DVD player (there are airport rental/drop-offs for DVD players in many areas);
    take lots of walks around the plane;
    bring sented wipes even if you don’t usually use them (the scent is carefully designed to mask poopy odors) – take one out at the first hint of poops, and kind of hold it loosely draped from your hand on the way to the bathroom. I don’t use them on my kids, but as odor blockers, they’re great.
    Bring toys that don’t roll. This is a good time for those triangular crayons. Nothing like fetching that toy truck from under the seat four rows ahead of you.
    Be willing to sing. As noted, I’d rather listen to someone singing or otherwise trying to keep their child calm and engaged, than listen to someone pretending their child isn’t screaming at all.
    Talk to your pediatrician about motion sickness issues – I felt really bad for the kids on the long trans-pacific flights who were just knotted up with motion sickness. I felt a lot bad for me, too, since I had a seat right next to the bathroom, where the moms were lined up hoping to make it inside before the kid puked (again). The floor was totally gross long before we got to the Phillipines… And that was before I had kids, so me and puke didn’t get along too well. Still, I could muster sympathy without too much trouble.
    Good luck!

  22. O.k…top this. I’m on the phone with United and a supervisor is telling me that the reason that I can’t check in for my flights tomorrow is because United no longer flies to West Palm Beach. Did anyone call to let me know this? NO! In fact, a friend of mine mentioned that this might be an issue about a month ago so I called United to confirm that it was indeed still flying to my destination and they said that it was and that my tickets were valid. Now, they are telling me that they’ve canceled all their flights. And, get this, there is NO ONE who can give me free ticket vouchers for my headache– I’d have to talk with a customer representative at the airport for that – all they can do is offer me minor vouchers. And, the CRs at the airport don’t have any access to call notes. So, when I asked the supervisor “so basically, you want to inconvenience me even more by making me wait in a three hour line at the airport, w/out guaranteeing my receipt of three free tickets (based on the discretion of the CR), with two small children in tow.” “There’s nothing more I can do,” she replied. And, it’s a wonder that United is at risk for going bankrupt. The customer service is just stellar! Furthermore, it appears that we will now get to our destination a day late and no longer have non-stop flights either leg. I suppose this is one of those moments where I should remember my good fortune in life but honestly, I feel like killing someone.

  23. As a former flight attendant, we would all fight to NOT get the leg to or from Orlando Florida. Think 2 dozen eager or exhausted youngsters either waiting to meet or having just spent the past week meeting Mickey Mouse. NIGHTMARE. Of course we were always very accomodating, but after a 16 hour day, it can grate on the nerves a wee bit. Also considering we were all mainly in our mid twenties and didn’t even have pet fish let alone children, I think we held up pretty well all things considered. 🙂

  24. Ah United, when little L was 2 months old we had to fly to Chicago to see a medical specialist with him (8 hour flight which went flawlessly) after our 2 day visit , much relieved with all of the good news we had heard — we were back at O’Hare and checked in, walked through the security line, checked the gate number and started to the gate. In between the board at the security gate and the actual gate our flight was cancelled. and we were told that we might be able to get a flight that day. Unfortunately once I checked the routing I realized that they had given my 2 month old baby a different routing than my husband and I! He was going through Denver and we were going through LA.. I propped him up on the counter and said “I know he is very mature for a 10 weeker, but he doesn’t even roll over yet – I don’t think he’s ready to fly on his own…” After about 45 minutes of arguing they finally put us on the same flight.

  25. It was our first flight from Taiwan back to the US (East Coast side, so total travel time is around 25 hours). My daughter is 4 months old, and I am SO prepared: diapers, extra outfits, snacks for me, etc., etc. As we are waiting to board our very first plane, as in, we haven’t really started yet (and still have 25 hours to go). It happens…a poop-splosion. Joy of joys. One outfit down for her, and happily there is baby poo on my pants. Do I have another pair of pants? No. I brought extra shirts in case of spit up, but no pants. Wonderful. Not to mention the bathroom across from our terminal had no changing table, so I have do poop-splosion recovery on the icky bathroom floor.I seem to remember during this same trip one of the smaller planes we took didn’t have a changing table either, so I got to change another poopy diaper right in the aisle of the plane. Bet those people weren’t so happy about their bulkhead seats then. Ha!
    The next time I fly back it will be with a two year old and a 3 month old. I’m bringing extra pants.

  26. @Kristie: The exact same thing happened to me, though on a shorter flight. On the second leg of an East Coast US to Western Canada jaunt, 4 month old baby poops while sitting on my lap. Poops her pants, poops out of her pants, poops my pants. Like you, I had 800 diapers, 2 packets of wipes, extra clothes for baby, and an extra shirt for me, but no extra pants for me.I handed baby to her Dad, who took her off to the airplane bathroom, and did my best to clean off my pants. Tried to look casual about it, like, oh, no, I’m just randomly wiping my jeans with these nice wipes! No baby poop here! Really!

  27. Not a travel with children story, but I was coming home from Rome once, after a wonderful trip. All I wanted to do was sit and quietly reflect on my travels. I got seated next to a couple who argued loudly about their relationship — who had cheated with who being the most common topic. They took a break to eat and for a short nap — she put her head in his lap after stating that she wouldn’t rescue him from a burning building. No headphones in sight, and the only book I had was an Ayn Rand that I’d always wanted to read, brought to Italy with me thinking that this would finally be the chance, and then discovering that the reason I’d never read it was that I hated Ayn Rand. Sadly, I can’t remember that trip without remembering the ending.

  28. I flew home last night, and had 2 upsetting incidents with the airport/airlines. First a TSA person tried to tell me I was bringing along too much formula and they would have to take some away. I tried to explain that while it was obviously too much for the hour and a half flight I was taking, I always pack my travel diaper bag in case of emergencies, like having to spend a night in the airport. This was exactly enough to get me to 10AM the next day only (it was 5PM… ie. it was not that much formula). In the end she said I could take most but not all. If this is a homeland security issue how is some formula safer than a little more? I should also note i travel with the premade, ready to feed stuff that is sealed by the folks who make it…..Also, when they announced the pre-board, my husband got in line to board with car seat, stroller, and a backpack about 3/4 the size of him… while I wait to board last minute with baby as we always do. The airline folks said no. We couldn’t preboard without the baby! I have done this tons of times before, as I’m sure many of you have…. in the end he was able to talk them into this with the idea that she was “afraid” of planes (she isn;t, she is 9months old and really has a hard time not being able to crawl/cruise everywhere). Whatever got us on the plane…. what gives?

  29. We have flown several times with my now two year old and have never really had a problem. We took a long flight to San Francisco in August where she had some trouble sleeping and subsequently got a little rammy, but basically not many nightmare stories to tell.Until two weeks ago. We flew to Florida to see my father and his wife. Our flight down was wonderful, an early early morning direct flight that our daughter slept through completely. Flying home, we had booked a late flight – leaving at 8:00 – thinking since it was around bedtime she would sleep through that one too. Hmph. Unfortunately we also had to change planes.
    On the first flight, she didn’t sleep but was totally occupied and happy, until she projectile vomited a tummy full of milk. Luckily I saw the look on her face just before it happened and was able to mitigate the damage slightly. Still, a huge mess and awful smell that made the other passengers around us glare at us disgustedly (except the nice mom of two in the row in front of us).
    On the second flight, she was completely exhausted but couldn’t sleep at all for some reason and resorted to a high pitched whining that quickly deteriorated into shrieking. When we tried to hold her to help her sleep, she arched and bucked and wanted to be put down, when we put her down, she crawled on us to be held. She finally fell asleep about ten minutes before we landed, but woke up just after the landing and started shrieking again – all the way to the gate. No one was happier than me to get off that plane.
    When I think about traveling with my daughter, I always think – what is the worst that could happen. Now I know…

  30. Oh, horror travel stories….for awhile we LIVED them as I had a daughter that would throw up on almost every flight (either because she would not sleep and was so tired, then would cry, then throw up or because she got virus- whatever- it just usually incloded throwing up at some point!)- to travel to one set of grandparents it is cross-country with no direct flights so it takes ALL DAY+. Those days are pretty much behind us a my daughter is healthier now (she was diagnosed with autoimmune disorder that probably contributed to all the puking!) but I always felt sorry for those who sat near us. Now that she and my son are older- DVDs and Leapsters are our traveling friends and flights seem to go much smoother… traveling is never easy with children and I applaude everyone who does it!

  31. We just got back from a wonderful vacation on Thursday. The night before my 14-month old puked all over his pjs, extra pjs, and three more outfits, along with the hotel bed, some towels and the floor. The day we traveled was a little better, he only threw up twice.Still ended up wearing pukey pants for most of the trip, but he was a trooper and kept us laughing at his happy antics for most of the way there.
    We’re home now. Thank goodness. Because now we’re all sick. UGH.

  32. Here, here Conrad. It would be a brave thing if more men had the courage to stand up for their women. I sure wouldn’t mind the help. Its a difficult decision though because it could turn a pleasent afternoon for you into a black eye.

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