(this is one of those stories that happened during my blog absence)
Here’s the setup: I am not one to have a strong opinion about different cities, but I love NOLA and HATE Houston. The hate started when I went to Houston to see Coldplay in 2007. I ate dinner with friends in SE Houston, then drove back to my friend Andy’s house in NW Houston and the trip was more than 70 miles. If I drive 70 miles, I want to be in another city. I drove 70 miles and I was still in Houston. It was like the Twilight Zone.
Last summer when I went to Denver despite Bono throwing out his back, I flew from NOLA to Houston and had a connecting flight to Denver. My connection time was probably between 30 and 45 minutes. We landed in Houston and I found out the connecting flight was a train and a bus away on the OTHER SIDE of the airport. THANKS CONTINENTAL! I have now learned that IAH is laid out so it is impossible to make a connection if you have less than an hour. The train moved very slowly. It is nothing like ATL’s train that whisks you from terminal to terminal with ease. I could have run faster than this train at IAH moved. After the train, I had to take a bus to the outpost where my connecting flight was, which apparently was an older terminal. The bus driver drove like he had nowhere to go, ie SLOW. The terminal had two sides, and my flight was on the 2nd side. We pretty much wasted a stop because no one got off at the first one. At the 2nd one, I hurriedly exited to try to make my flight. As my fellow Denver passengers and I walked up, the plane was backing away. We had missed our connection to Denver. We were trapped in Houston! I shook my fist in the air with fury!
The lady at the desk was able to book us later flights, but the damage had been done. We all had to ride the bus and train back to the bigger terminal to wait for the flights later in the afternoon. For those who enjoy diagrams, this is how my time at IAH went:
Arrive –> Train –> Bus –> Missed Connection –> Bus –> Train –> Depart
Instead of arriving around lunch, I would be arriving around dinner. I walked around and found a place to eat, and later a Clyde Drexler handprint that I compared my hand to. Finally, I boarded the flight to Denver and met up with my friend Adriene in the middle of a severe thunderstorm. Of course I did. Thanks again Continental and IAH for the ridiculous travel adventure.