Back home to Nova Scotia
We departed Galapagos after a mind-blowing week, all feeling quite different folks to those that stood on the dock a week before: externally much more tanned, and our brains filled with amazing images and thoughts on the uniqueness of each island and its endemic flora and wildlife. Ahead of us we had five flights to reach home (Guayaquil, Quito, Miami, JFK, Halifax), with one more night in Quito (with internet?) at our home away from home, the wonderful Patio Andaluz (an absolute peach of a hotel).
The wake-up call came at 0400 and we were off to Quito airport. Imagine our chagrin at having waited in line for three quarters of an hour to check in, only to discover that our first flight of three was already 3 hours late! We saw almost all our later departing travel companions arrive at the airport and depart before we even began our journey. More greetings and farewell wishes followed.
Once again, Miami airport did us in. Exactly as two weeks previously, we were fortunate and our pilot snuck us around the back of a big black cloud and successfully landed only for the airport to be immediately (within 10 minutes) engulfed in a massive thunder and rain storm. This time we were stuck in US immigration waiting for the storm to pass so that the bags could be brought in. No mojitos here!
Once the storm abated and the airport began to grind back into life, the rerouted planes began to land again, and we played the hurry-up-and-wait game of check-ins and security; it was most disappointing, yet almost a relief, when it became inevitable that we would miss the last flight to Halifax for the day. No further desperate hustle was needed. Trying to get to Halifax is always a challenge, as there are a very limited number of tiny planes that fly there from the New York group of airports.
Now we are home. It took 32 hours from door to door homeward bound, but it was worth it and whilst we’ve been away spring has erupted and the trees have leaves.