The flight zoomed down the runway 1 hour late and then the brakes went on hard, we pulled up just before the end of the runway. We were told a system check was needed. The captain left. All passengers were held captive for an hour. We then got the good news that the problem was fixed and our flight would continue. This time the plane taxied to the very end of the runway and zoomed off just to slam on the brakes again. I’m outa here.
We got no information in English. Some passengers attempted to translate but there was considerable difference in the stories we got.
We followed like sheep to a check-in desk, no idea why. We were given a bit of paper, apparently a hotel reservation. Buses arrived and took us to various hotels around town.
A new oil filter was to be flown in to repair our plane sometime tomorrow. Maybe.
We were fed grossly cheesy pizza and coke. Our room hadn’t been used in 20 years but we were happy to have a warm place to crash instead of a twisted wreck in the desert plains at the end of the airport runway.
I investigated all possible ways to get out of here. There are no other flights tomorrow, there were never going to be. The bus takes 2.5 days to get to our destination. There are no small aircraft operators and no trains. It reminded me of Nicolas Cage trying to get out of Red Rock West but always finishing up right back in town.
We are now sitting in the hotel lobby waiting to see if the plane will be fixed. I hope they do the test take offs before they load us all back on.
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