The last few days have truly been strange to say the least. On Tuesday I was all settled in to my seat for a long flight from New York to Buenos Aires. We were even on the runway when we where informed that something wasn't working correctly and that we had to go back to the gate and get off the plane. When we arrived at the gate we were told we could stay on the plane only to be told to get off a few minuted later. After waiting at the airport for a few hours the flight got cancelled and we got a room at the JFK Radisson hotel.
The next morning we went to the airport and had to go trough the security check again only to be told a few hours later that we should go back to the hotel and we did. Finally at 6pm we got the news that the plane was set to leave at 11pm so for the third time in two days it was time for the ever so fun security check at an US airport.
JFK had more the a few skeptical guests that night but in the end the plane left a little over 30 hours after schedule. And even though neither the legroom nor the possible recline in the plane were fair considering the length of the flight we got there safe and sounds, a little before noon on thursday.
Off course my Icelandic phone did not work so that meant borrowing phones to update people. From the airport I needed to get to the bus station and even though it went smoothly that took an hour or so. I thought my luck had changed when I saw that the next bus to Cordoba was set to leave only 30 minutes after I got there and jumped on it knowing it would still not arrive until after 1am.
But when you're on a streak you're on a streak. The bus broke down as well and I had to wait at some random bus stop for close to an hour waiting for the next bus to come by. Again borrowing phones from strangers to be able to get in touch with my Argentine family who were going to pick me up.
At half past 3 in the morning I finally got to the bus terminal and thankfully they were there to meet me. Just after 4am I finally got to my destination, some 66 hours later.