Saturday, May 19, 2012
I will try again. Here I am again in India. Different place; same people. My trip here was not uneventful. Bob took me to the airport. So far so good. United said they couldn't book me through to Kochi because Qatar Airlines wasn't in their alliance. I found out later, however, that Qatar Airlines IS a partner. SBN said they could put my luggage through to Kochi, but not me. Ok. I can deal with that. In Chicago, I asked a United person if this was indeed true. He said that sometimes they can book the person all the way through and sometimes not. Still okay. In Montreal I had to go through Customs where they took my apples!!!!!!!!!!!!! Apparently don't travel with nuts either. I couldn't find my way back to the Qatar counter so I flagged down an airport supervisor who said that I should have also picked up my luggage in Montreal. She contacted Qatar counter and had them wait for me to check-in as they were ready to call it a night. She had me running through airports, through another security checkpoint to the Qatar counter where they checked me in and started my luggage on the way to the airline. The supervisor took me to the Boarding Gate where there was a man from Sudan in the same predicament as I. He refused to get on the plane without his luggage receipt so they allowed me to follow suit. Without him there I would have just gotten on the plane without the receipt. Luckily, I followed his path because when I got to Kochi, my luggage didn't come in with me. It was left in Doha due to problems with the plane's weight. At Kochi, the people at Qatar were very helpful with all the paperwork, getting me through customs (twice) and out to my driver. Fortunately he didn't give up and was still waiting. Qatar needed a more precise address than I was able to give them.
Wonder of wonders. I left, came back, and could find my post from this morning. The setup for blogspot has changed so there is no constant saving or a place where you can save until you update it. To finish the luggage story, Qatar Airlines apparently didn't want to send someone 1 1/2 hours out to deliver one piece of luggage, but Babu took over, and the luggage arrived intact 36 hours after me. It's been extremely hot and humid so I was glad to be able to wear something other than jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
Anyway, for your edification: Doha, Qatar has 80% of the population of Qatar residing in its boundaries. I met a young guy on the plane from the University of Calgary who was going to Doha to be a student adviser for students attending the local University of Calgary. He said that just outside the city there is an Education Center where several major universities like Georgetown have a branch. Apparently people from Qatar solicited universities to come on over and bring their own professors with them. I'm not sure how long they stay given that the stewardess who lives there says that the rest of the country is basically desert. Several African countries are taking this route until their own people are qualified to teach; not to mention the fact that it looks good to have a diploma that says Georgetown.
If I come back in the morning and can find this post, I will let you all know it's up and running.
Love,
Mom/Peggy/ Granny
I will try again. Here I am again in India. Different place; same people. My trip here was not uneventful. Bob took me to the airport. So far so good. United said they couldn't book me through to Kochi because Qatar Airlines wasn't in their alliance. I found out later, however, that Qatar Airlines IS a partner. SBN said they could put my luggage through to Kochi, but not me. Ok. I can deal with that. In Chicago, I asked a United person if this was indeed true. He said that sometimes they can book the person all the way through and sometimes not. Still okay. In Montreal I had to go through Customs where they took my apples!!!!!!!!!!!!! Apparently don't travel with nuts either. I couldn't find my way back to the Qatar counter so I flagged down an airport supervisor who said that I should have also picked up my luggage in Montreal. She contacted Qatar counter and had them wait for me to check-in as they were ready to call it a night. She had me running through airports, through another security checkpoint to the Qatar counter where they checked me in and started my luggage on the way to the airline. The supervisor took me to the Boarding Gate where there was a man from Sudan in the same predicament as I. He refused to get on the plane without his luggage receipt so they allowed me to follow suit. Without him there I would have just gotten on the plane without the receipt. Luckily, I followed his path because when I got to Kochi, my luggage didn't come in with me. It was left in Doha due to problems with the plane's weight. At Kochi, the people at Qatar were very helpful with all the paperwork, getting me through customs (twice) and out to my driver. Fortunately he didn't give up and was still waiting. Qatar needed a more precise address than I was able to give them.
Wonder of wonders. I left, came back, and could find my post from this morning. The setup for blogspot has changed so there is no constant saving or a place where you can save until you update it. To finish the luggage story, Qatar Airlines apparently didn't want to send someone 1 1/2 hours out to deliver one piece of luggage, but Babu took over, and the luggage arrived intact 36 hours after me. It's been extremely hot and humid so I was glad to be able to wear something other than jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
Anyway, for your edification: Doha, Qatar has 80% of the population of Qatar residing in its boundaries. I met a young guy on the plane from the University of Calgary who was going to Doha to be a student adviser for students attending the local University of Calgary. He said that just outside the city there is an Education Center where several major universities like Georgetown have a branch. Apparently people from Qatar solicited universities to come on over and bring their own professors with them. I'm not sure how long they stay given that the stewardess who lives there says that the rest of the country is basically desert. Several African countries are taking this route until their own people are qualified to teach; not to mention the fact that it looks good to have a diploma that says Georgetown.
If I come back in the morning and can find this post, I will let you all know it's up and running.
Love,
Mom/Peggy/ Granny