Going Through Our Own Little Hell at JFK-- Part 1

Or, How to cram 30 hours into a 24-hour day.

Our homeward trip after the events of June 18th, the fire aboard the Royal Princess, occurred on June 21st. I figured it would be a tiring day, but it was so much more than I could ever have hoped for.

It started innocently and early enough with a nice bus trip to the Cairo, Egypt, airport, then went down from there. First, our tickets were not in the system, causing Mom to have to buy our tickets after a promise of reimbursement.

Then, a nice BAW flight to London's Heathrow Airport and a five hour layover. An uneventful transatlantic flight to New York's JFK, and that is where the fun began.

I'll write about the early part of the 21st later, but, I'd like to write about what transpired on good old American soil while it is still burned in my memory.

Fear and Loathing at JFK, Next!! --RoadDog