Istanbul, Turkey, was the next stop on our Greek journey. This time, we had a terrifying flight connection. However, thanks to God's protection and care, we made it through safely. We had an 8:30 a.m. flight from Santorini to Athens, so we arrived at the airport at 6:00 a.m. However, upon reaching the counter, they were overcrowded and told us the computer was down, so we had to manually check in. After a lengthy wait, we were finally allowed to board.
Once we boarded, the nightmare began. The door wouldn't close. The captain announced that there were some issues with the plane and it couldn't pass through security. Do you know how long the repairs took? An hour and a half. Our next flight was from Athens to Istanbul at 10:30 a.m. The plane finally took off, but we only had 45 minutes left. The mental torment was just beginning. The captain raced hard and arrived in Athens in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, we had already known not to check in our luggage, saving time on baggage claiming. However, time was of the essence. All carry-on luggage required checking in before boarding. Since there were three of us traveling together, my sister-in-law went to claim the carry-on luggage, while Weili and I went to the luggage storage to claim our three large pieces of luggage. Time was very tight, with only a few minutes left. Thankfully, there was no line at the baggage claim area, so we quickly collected our luggage and headed straight to the Turkish Airlines counter on the second floor. When we arrived, the counter was already closing, but the staff were still packing up. We asked another staff member, who told us to go to the counter, but the staff didn't want to help. Finally, someone else told us to help. But the tension wasn't over yet. My sister-in-law hadn't shown up yet. The lady at the counter asked us if we were going to go as a couple or wait for someone else, with our hand luggage, and not board the plane. Of course, we both wanted to go, and there was no way we could leave my sister-in-law behind. Just at that critical moment, my sister-in-law showed up, and I was so relieved. But the best part was yet to come. We headed straight for the gate, which should have been closed, but when we arrived, we saw a long line. I was relieved again because the flight was delayed. If it hadn't been delayed, who knows if the plane would have waited for us? There's a song about this (He is never late), isn't it?Istanbul, Turkey, was the next stop on our Greek journey. This time, we had a terrifying flight connection. However, thanks to God's protection and care, we made it through safely. We had an 8:30 a.m. flight from Santorini to Athens, so we arrived at the airport at 6:00 a.m. However, upon reaching the counter, they were overcrowded and told us the computer was down, so we had to manually check in. After a lengthy wait, we were finally allowed to board.
Once we boarded, the nightmare began. The door wouldn't close. The captain announced that there were some issues with the plane and it couldn't pass through security. Do you know how long the repairs took? An hour and a half. Our next flight was from Athens to Istanbul at 10:30 a.m. The plane finally took off, but we only had 45 minutes left. The mental torment was just beginning. The captain raced hard and arrived in Athens in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, we had already known not to check in our luggage, saving time on baggage claiming. However, time was of the essence. All carry-on luggage required checking in before boarding. Since there were three of us traveling together, my sister-in-law went to claim the carry-on luggage, while Weili and I went to the luggage storage to claim our three large pieces of luggage. Time was very tight, with only a few minutes left. Thankfully, there was no line at the baggage claim area, so we quickly collected our luggage and headed straight to the Turkish Airlines counter on the second floor. When we arrived, the counter was already closing, but the staff were still packing up. We asked another staff member, who told us to go to the counter, but the staff didn't want to help. Finally, someone else told us to help. But the tension wasn't over yet. My sister-in-law hadn't shown up yet. The lady at the counter asked us if we were going to go as a couple or wait for someone else, with our hand luggage, and not board the plane. Of course, we both wanted to go, and there was no way we could leave my sister-in-law behind. Just at that critical moment, my sister-in-law showed up, and I was so relieved. But the best part was yet to come. We headed straight for the gate, which should have been closed, but when we arrived, we saw a long line. I was relieved again because the flight was delayed. If it hadn't been delayed, who knows if the plane would have waited for us? There's a song about this (He is never late), isn't it?