When I got there I checked in and surprisingly enough there were no mention of delayed flights, things were beginning to look up. As the time for my departure grew closer, the atmosphere in the gate was getting tenser. I had already been told that because there was less than two hours between my arrival at JFK and departure for Hong Kong, that I would have to collect my bags and check them in again at terminal 7 (Cathay Pacific). The person at the gate announced that the there was a plane available, but no crew to fly it… they still had not left JFK, and at that moment all I could think was “shit.” I went up to the ticketing counter and asked what I should do, the attendant recommended that I delay my overall departure to the 19th, just to be safe. I called my mom to tell her, no answer. I told the gate attendant that I would think about it. A few minutes later, I called one of my friends asking if he could come to the airport to pick me up, knowing that there was no one at home to get me from the airport. He told me that he could, and I said thanks and that I would call him back in a few minutes with more details. The attendant announced that they had found a crew and the other crew had already left JFK. Things were looking up again… but minutes passed and I was getting more anxious. There was another passenger waiting for the JFK flight, he too was going to Hong Kong. He started talking with the attendant and decided to follow through with moving his flight to the next day. I requested the same. She pulled both of our bags and I went down to the baggage claim to meet him. While grabbing a smoke with him I discovered that he too was an engineer of some sorts, working in Hong Kong and in Boston, we exchanged contact information and went our separate ways. My friend arrived about half an hour early and spent the rest of the day just hanging out with his friends from school. I would say this was a pretty rough beginning to my adventure.
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