Not more than a few days later, our worst fears were realised; yes, the BA cabin crew were going to strike on the day of our flight to Arizona. So far our course has truly been pulled through the ringer, everything that could've have gone wrong for our course, HAS gone wrong; either through acts of God or human intervention. A feeling of resignation descended.
There was a very real possibility that the flight was not to go ahead; with this, a very fast paced week began. An email was sent round requesting our availability over the next week, in the hope of flying out early. I had daily plans to dine with family and drink with friends before my 20 week departure to the States; despite this, I could reschedule some of these for my return if need be. Thus I responded with availability from the Monday. Soon after it became clear that seats on the Monday flight were in short supply, an earlier flight would be necessary if I was to not be grounded in the UK for a considerable time; "Sunday it is then" I thought..
Saturday night I arrive at home in London after a weekend of Lash with a few University mates in Oxford. I should probably start packing..
Meanwhile somewhere in Iceland, the 'Volcano with the unpronounceable name' decides to erupt creating the very real possibility of UK Airspace closures for the next few days. The possibility of my cancellation suddenly resurrects itself.
Was there any point in packing? The Met Office was almost certain that airspace would see closure from Sunday. An early start saw was met with a check on the BBC website for an update on the Volcano situation, "Please check with your Airlines before travelling to the airport". My heart raced as I phoned British Airways to hear the verdict..
"Flight from LHR have not been affected at this time and are running on schedule"
I finished packing and set off for the Airport..
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