Going Through Our Own Little Hell at JFK-- Part 2

Bon Ton Roulets, as the French Say, or is it the Cajuns? Let the Good Times Roll.

And were they ever the "good times" and did they ever "roll."

The flight from Heathrow was a little delayed, but not too bad, but I knew one hour to get from any international terminal to a domestic one would be cutting it close. And, it sure was.

I don't think we could have parked any further from a gate as we were. Very long walk just to get to the gate area. Fortunately, BAW had someone there at the plane with a wheel chair to push Mom.

We had been told in Cairo many, many, many hours earlier, that our luggage was to be checked all the way to RDU (Raleigh-Durham Airport in NC). But, no, that did not happen. We had to wait, and, of course, our luggage was among the last off, and Mom's wheelchair was last off. Fortunately, the person pushing Mom said he was fairly sure we'd have to get our own luggage.

A person from British Airways came out to tell us we had to get a move on to get to our connecting flight. Oh yes, and we had to get our luggage to go through customs again. No DUH!!

The initial customs was fairly fast, but then, there was a back up at the security check. Having a person in a wheelchair definitely helps at this point.

Wait, It Ain't Over Yet!! --RoadDog