We decided to spend our last full day instead of Calgary, our departure point. It turned out to be a good idea. Calgary is just another large city with its airport outside of town.
The shuttle driver from our hotel to the airport was Spanish from Galicia in northern Spain. He once owned a local restaurant featuring Spanish dishes from Galicia. Taxes and regulations put him out of business. I did learn the proper way to prepare octopus, pulpo in Spanish. And I learned the difference between the Atlantic and Pacific octopus. Unfortunately most of the Spanish population in the Calgary area has returned to Spain. Moved due to lack of opportunities and a government that is just as oppressive as Spain. It’s better to endure it with friends and family.
Returning on WestJet, a Delta affiliate. This is the first plane I have been on in years that doesn’t have video entertainment.
Delay, delay, delay. Spending a lot of time in the Atlanta airport due to delays of our flight. Found out why by checking local news in Savannah. Evidently there was a bomb threat and they cleared the airport.
Getting back to Savannah is turning into an adventure. A bomb threat shut down the Savannah Airport. This delayed our flight. Weather delayed the flights into and out of Atlanta. We boarded the plane and were number 28 for takeoff. The crew timed out on their regulated time to fly. The saga continues.
They let some people off the plane without their stuff. Now they have to deplane all the passengers with all their stuff, have security check the plane then board everyone again.
They got a new pilot. Now that flight attendants have timed out. We are waiting for the new attendants before we can board the plane.
Good thing we don’t have someone waiting to pick us up.
Rolled into the garage at about 2:30 am.
Some good photos Tina sent me of our last day in Banff
Backpacking Bill 