Bad flight and transfer.

Well, OK. The flight wasn’t really too bad. I had a good seat – emergency exit with no seat in front of me – but it was right near the bathroom. So I didn’t get much sleep (too many people chatting as they stood in about the only open area of the airplane) but I did get to see a TV show called House. It is quite entertaining.

I sat next to a young woman who was going to spend six months in France to help her learn French. Ah the naiveté of youth! The other guy in the row was a fellow getting his MBA from Tulane, and was spending a week in Paris getting schooled by French international companies. If you can’t see the irony in that I don’t need to point it out.

We arrived about a half hour late, and I had to rush across CDG to find my flight to Vienna. This was not really that big a problem (Follow the bouncing geoscientists) until we actually got on the plane (a small 737)

We sat on the Tarmac for about two hours as they repaired a hydraulic brake leak and a “Micromechinical Fault” (The MM fault only took about ten minutes to fix). I slept on the tarmac and on the plane. I think I slept more on this flight than on the transatlantic flight.

But when I got to Vienna, I discovered that my bags did not. Bummer for me as I waited and waited, and then had to wait some more to be told that they would not arrive until tomorrow. Notwithstanding the fact that Air France had a flight leaving Paris at 4:00 PM which would have arrived in Vienna at about 6:00 (about an hour later than I actually got there) my bags were spending the night in Paris. Go figure.

So I am tired and filthy and have no clothes.

Another night in Paradise!