Note: After reading this you will understand why I have no photos at all of this experience…but reading may bring a smile - LOL or maybe a tear ... Please read on...
Before I departed from South Africa a lot of my friends were concerned about how I would manage on my own on this trip without someone to assist me when I needed someone else's "ear" to listen on my behalf. I was not too concerned about this because I am rather assertive and just said that I know I will be able to cope and if it came to the worst there's always pen and paper.
Famous last words!!
At my departure from South Africa and going to Canada my friends made sure I got the needed assistance at the airports and literally took me by the hand to see that I at least got to the right desk to book in or told the people on the curb that I was "deaf" and needed assistance. I had no problems at Jan Smuts airport in Johannesburg nor at Newark when I left for Canada. So after my tearful, my sad goodbye to Cher at Pearson International Airport in Toronto I was confident that I'd "been there, done that". I easily found my way to the right departure terminal, refused to go through the scanner and allowed them to wand me once again and told the lady at the desk where I was going to sit so she could get hold of me should there be any flight changes, etc. She complied to this request and I was asked again to board the flight ahead of the other passengers.
About fifteen minutes after the scheduled departure time the plane taxied out on the runway and there we sat45 minutes later an announcement came over the PA system and I could not make out a word. The lady next to me was a young Chinese girl and she gave me a blank look when I asked her what the announcement was but a moment later the plane started moving again. Then I realised that we were on our way back to the airport! Everybody piled out and I grabbed my hand luggage without waiting for support and disembarked. By the time I got to the information desk the queue was at least ten deep with irritated passengers all trying to get the attention of the two ladies manning the desk. Another airline lady was babbling her heart out trying to explain what was going on but since I was in the back row I could not lip-read well enough to understand what she was saying.
Eventually I got hold of a young girl who had talked to me while I was waiting to board before I embarked. She was in a hurry and just told me that there was a delay and that she must be off to try and get another connecting flight since she was going to miss her connecting flight in Newark and off she went. My next move was to get to the "desk" lady again. I eventually grabbed her at the elbow and blurted out that I was deaf and would like to know what was going on. Her reply: "Just sit down over there: We know about you!" Pointing to what I assumed was an Indian lady (she was dressed in a Sari) seated a few paces away. Duh!!
"Okay," I thought. "I will give you time to help these other people, but you will hear from me again soon," and sat down. I tried to talk to the "Indian" lady only to get that blank "non-comprehendo" stare again!! So I shut up and waited
After about another hour I was still unaware of the reason for the delay. I tried to speak to various other passengers but they either did not know or seemed uninterested in talking to me once I told them I was hearing challenged! At last a friendly gentleman told me that we would possibly be delayed for FIVE HOURS "due to the weather" in Newark. The only consolation was that we could use our boarding passes to get a free drink and a snack. "Thank you very much!!"
Then I realised I HAD to get hold of my friend's daughter, Merle, who would be meeting me "on the curb" when I got to Newark because it was very awkward to find parking with all the building alterations at the airport. That's when the nightmare started! Not being in the habit of making telephone calls I had my diary with all the contact numbers in my suitcase that was on the plane and not in my hand luggage!! How stupid can one be? There simply was no way that I could get hold of my friends in New Jersey, or Cher's husband Randy and she was of course on the road back to Eugenia by that time. So all I could do was sit and wait and worry!! Do you realise how long a five-hour nightmare can be? Well this was only the beginning.
More than five hours later we eventually departed and by that time I was a nervous wreck because it was three hours after my expected arrival time in Newark. The time? 19:00 on a Friday afternoon! Arriving at Newark I expected to go through customs to the baggage claim area but could not find the customs counter and the baggage claim area seemed to be miles away. I was completely lost and everything looked vastly different to what I remembered from my arrival at Newark when I came from South Africa. (Later I would find out I had arrived at a different terminal when I flew in from South Africa). Most of the signs at the airport were taken down due to the building alterations and there were hordes of people mulling around. I got my bag, found the phone numbers and set off to the Continental Airways information desk only to find a queue that looked like it was about a mile long!! There was NO way that I would join THAT queue! I got hold of a security guard and explained to him what happened to me and asked him to phone Merle for me.
He was very friendly and went up to a phone and started dialling the number. I could see that he was dialling the wrong number!! GRRRR!! But he kept on telling me that the number changes after hours and insisted that he got no reply!! Then I decided to go to the main entrance to see if Merle was not by any means waiting for me at the curb All the time I had to lug my heavy bag along and I had to use the lifts and not the escalator. It took me ages to find the lifts that were hidden behind partitions. I walked along the length of the kerb but there was no sign of anyone waiting for me.
I asked about six people to help me and they were either foreigners or Spanish-speaking people who could not understand me. By that time I had been walking about in Newark airport for close to an hour. I even tried to get a taxi to Randolph but the lady at the desk also could hardly understand me and was very non-co-operative and telling me all the time that a taxi to Randolph would be too expensive!! I was crying with frustration!!
Then in tears and at the end of my tether I approached another security guard who told me to get hold of anyone wearing a red jacket at or near the Continental desk. Hallelujah!! I found this red-jacketed angel!! I could immediately sense her concern observing this tear-strained lost soul!! She simply took her cell phone and started dialling the number telling me not to move away from her. It was the right number and Merle answered immediately! Everyone was upset by that time but eventually this lady took me right to where my friends were waiting for me at the baggage claim area! They thought I had missed the flight in Toronto! Needless to say there was nothing strange about the weather in Newark it was a bright, sunny, hot day with no bad weather! The nightmare was over but my confidence in coping on my own as a semi-deafie in strange places amongst foreigners was shattered!!
We went home with me now still teary eyed, exhausted and feeling very sorry for myself and annoyed for causing my friends all this trouble. It could have been so different if I only had the common sense to keep their phone numbers in my hand luggage!! Then I could have asked somebody to phone on my behalf from Toronto to make alternative arrangements.
So, lesson number one: Keep phone numbers ready even if you cannot use a telephone!! Don't be too assertive and think that you will find someone to listen and help when you get stuck!! The "listeners" may also not be able to understand you and there are lots of people out there in the strange wide world who have no idea how to help deaf people!! They just shy away and look the other way when they hear that you cannot hear! You can almost see their minds ticking away "Shame! She is "Deaf and Dumb'". Or they walk away and tell you to wait where you are and never return!! That happened to me about ten times in one afternoon!!
Lesson number two: Don't be shy to ask for assistance and attach yourself to anyone willing to help like a blood-sucking tick!!
Lesson number three: Sometimes it is beneficial to start crying and stop trying to act bravely. Few people can ignore and not be sorry for a feeble, lost, crying woman.
Well after awakening from this nightmare I was at least street-wise about air travel on my own!!
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Quail Trail Part 4: Canada - Friends, fun and beauty beyond imagination
Visiting my good friend Cher in Canada was one of the things that I looked forward to most before I departed from South Africa. We built up a friendship by writing e-mails to each other for a long time before my departure. My friends in New Jersey could not understand that I was so anxious to visit a person "that I'd never met before", forgetting that I also did not know them a mere week ago. Someone commented it was a "brave" thing to do.
Cher and Randy Anderson
Cher was meeting me at Pearson International Airport in Toronto and we'd been ticking days off our calendars since 90 days before the day we were to meet for the first time. I had a window seat on the plane and was noticing the green landscape and some lakes as far as the journey took me to Canada particularly remembering a previous visit to Niagara Falls. Cher lives in a small town on the Niagara escarpment. I wondered whether I would recognise her.
As I walked into the departure lounge there she was right in front of all the other people holding up a poster that said: "HUGSAKABUNCHES WIA"!!! Our very own special word for sending lots of "cyber" hugs to each other in our e-mails! The next moment I was enveloped in the grandest "real" hug you can imagine and we were both crying with happiness!!
The welcome poster - Hugsakabunches
After getting out of the airport and leaving the not so pretty parts of Toronto behind (All the airports that I've been to seem to be disrupted by extensive building alterations do they ever stop building at airports?), the trip to her home took us along the scenic route to her home town Eugenia, near Owen Sound in Ontario. We went past farms on a clear sunny day and I was amazed at not observing mountains and valleys like one sees in postcards of Canada until she told me that we were actually on top of the mountain! It was beautiful but the real beauty of the countryside was still waiting for me.
Cher at Lake Eugenia, Ontario, Canada
Eugenia is a quaint little town with a mere 500 inhabitants. Shortly after settling in at her home we took her hearing ear dog Mikey for a walk to Lake Eugenia. The lake is literally on her doorstep!! A crystal clear lake bordered with huge trees and the azure blue sky caressed by silvery white cotton ball clouds! Later on she took me to the exact spot where some of Canada's bottled water bubbles from the earth to fill the lake. We could get this same cool and refreshing water from the tap in her kitchen!! The lake water is so clear you can see the salmon and other fish swimming about fifty feet from where we stood on a bridge. I simply could not get enough of the scene - beauty beyond imagination.
With Mikey
Eugenia Falls
A few days later we went to the Eugenia Falls Park, more or less at the end of the street where she lives. We walked through the huge trees of this forest to where the crystal clear water from Lake Eugenia drops down to the Beaver valley. From there one can look past the majestic pines with new growth shimmering in an almost fluorescent green on their branches right towards where she would later take me to Owen Sound.
The Georgian Bay lookout
Over the next few days even more beauty was in store for me when we drove to Owen Sound through beautiful towns with flowers in hanging baskets on all the lampposts, past farms where cattle and "beefaloes" (Ugly beasts!! - a cross between cattle and buffalo - raised to be slaughtered for excellent steaks) grazed peacefully with mountains, rivers and maple trees keeping guard over them. We stopped numerous times to overlook the Beaver Valley to drink in the scenery from the various outlook posts as we descended towards Georgian Bay and Collingwood. We visited at the Talisman Ski resort where she works during the winter. In summer the resort is closed except for the golf course and there were only a few people enjoying the sunshine while fishing for trout in yet another small lake.
Me in lake Huron (Georgian Bay)
We also drove to Collingwood on the shores of Georgian Bay, which is part of Lake Huron. Our drive took us past the Scenic Caves, and down the valley into Collingwood, famous for its ski resorts. What was interesting to me about Georgian Bay was that the water was absolutely lukewarm and the floor of the lake is not sandy but consists of slate. The slate is used for making the famous Blue Mountain pottery that is exported all over the world except to South Africa!! So I HAD to buy some when we visited the factory and even went on a tour of the factory to see how the pottery is made.
One cannot visit Cher without sharing her love for motorcycles!! The annual Ride for Sight event was scheduled for the weekend after my departure when Collingwood would once again welcome 15,000!! Bikers taking part in a charity ride with the aim of raising one million Canadian dollars for blind people. The evening before the event we attended a barbeque for the workers where I met some of Cher and Randy's many biker friends. What a joy that was to meet this friendly, happy crowd and share their enthusiasm to simply do good to less fortunate fellow human beings while having heaps of fun. The pure goodness of these people left an indelible image of "caring" in my mind.
Biker friends
With Cher and Randy at the Ride for Sight barbeque
Getting ready for the ride back home with Randy – Gail Cohen helping to put on the helmet
The best part of that evening however was riding back to Eugenia with Randy on his huge Goldwing motorcycle! It was the most exhilarating experience I could wish for!! After dressing me up for the part in Cher's black leathers they promised me I would be as comfortable as being in a Cadillac for the ride which indeed was the case! We departed just before sunset and saw the sun go down over Georgian Bay. It felt as if I was in a bubble looking down on the countryside that flitted by because one is sitting much "higher" on a bike than in a car. The best part was that, unlike in a car with closed windows, I could smell the flavours of the countryside scented flowers, people's dinners, freshly cut hay and even some cow dung - as we passed the farms in the twilight to arrive home safely after about 35 fun-filled minutes. Cher was ready at the end of the ride to capture this lovely memory with the click of my camera as we rode past her in the driveway.
Arriving back home with Randy after that unforgettable bike ride.
Apart from drinking in the beauty of Ontario, we also strengthened a friendship that will last a lifetime!! It was with sadness that I got up on that last morning to drive back to Toronto when it was still dark. We had to leave early for me to be in time to fit in a mapping appointment at the Sunnybrook Hospital before I returned to New Jersey.
At Sunnybrook Hospital, Toronto with audiologist David Shipp
Unlike driving to Eugenia upon my arrival we were quiet in the car as the sun rose like a red ball of fire on that last morning as we hit the rush hour traffic in Toronto. A few hours later found us crying as we said goodbye and clung to each other for a last "real" hug.
Thank you my dear friends for the beauty you shared but most of all for the lessons in caring and compassion that you so expertly bestowed upon me.
Cher and Randy Anderson
Cher was meeting me at Pearson International Airport in Toronto and we'd been ticking days off our calendars since 90 days before the day we were to meet for the first time. I had a window seat on the plane and was noticing the green landscape and some lakes as far as the journey took me to Canada particularly remembering a previous visit to Niagara Falls. Cher lives in a small town on the Niagara escarpment. I wondered whether I would recognise her.
As I walked into the departure lounge there she was right in front of all the other people holding up a poster that said: "HUGSAKABUNCHES WIA"!!! Our very own special word for sending lots of "cyber" hugs to each other in our e-mails! The next moment I was enveloped in the grandest "real" hug you can imagine and we were both crying with happiness!!
The welcome poster - Hugsakabunches
After getting out of the airport and leaving the not so pretty parts of Toronto behind (All the airports that I've been to seem to be disrupted by extensive building alterations do they ever stop building at airports?), the trip to her home took us along the scenic route to her home town Eugenia, near Owen Sound in Ontario. We went past farms on a clear sunny day and I was amazed at not observing mountains and valleys like one sees in postcards of Canada until she told me that we were actually on top of the mountain! It was beautiful but the real beauty of the countryside was still waiting for me.
Cher at Lake Eugenia, Ontario, Canada
Eugenia is a quaint little town with a mere 500 inhabitants. Shortly after settling in at her home we took her hearing ear dog Mikey for a walk to Lake Eugenia. The lake is literally on her doorstep!! A crystal clear lake bordered with huge trees and the azure blue sky caressed by silvery white cotton ball clouds! Later on she took me to the exact spot where some of Canada's bottled water bubbles from the earth to fill the lake. We could get this same cool and refreshing water from the tap in her kitchen!! The lake water is so clear you can see the salmon and other fish swimming about fifty feet from where we stood on a bridge. I simply could not get enough of the scene - beauty beyond imagination.
With Mikey
Eugenia Falls
A few days later we went to the Eugenia Falls Park, more or less at the end of the street where she lives. We walked through the huge trees of this forest to where the crystal clear water from Lake Eugenia drops down to the Beaver valley. From there one can look past the majestic pines with new growth shimmering in an almost fluorescent green on their branches right towards where she would later take me to Owen Sound.
The Georgian Bay lookout
Over the next few days even more beauty was in store for me when we drove to Owen Sound through beautiful towns with flowers in hanging baskets on all the lampposts, past farms where cattle and "beefaloes" (Ugly beasts!! - a cross between cattle and buffalo - raised to be slaughtered for excellent steaks) grazed peacefully with mountains, rivers and maple trees keeping guard over them. We stopped numerous times to overlook the Beaver Valley to drink in the scenery from the various outlook posts as we descended towards Georgian Bay and Collingwood. We visited at the Talisman Ski resort where she works during the winter. In summer the resort is closed except for the golf course and there were only a few people enjoying the sunshine while fishing for trout in yet another small lake.
Me in lake Huron (Georgian Bay)
We also drove to Collingwood on the shores of Georgian Bay, which is part of Lake Huron. Our drive took us past the Scenic Caves, and down the valley into Collingwood, famous for its ski resorts. What was interesting to me about Georgian Bay was that the water was absolutely lukewarm and the floor of the lake is not sandy but consists of slate. The slate is used for making the famous Blue Mountain pottery that is exported all over the world except to South Africa!! So I HAD to buy some when we visited the factory and even went on a tour of the factory to see how the pottery is made.
One cannot visit Cher without sharing her love for motorcycles!! The annual Ride for Sight event was scheduled for the weekend after my departure when Collingwood would once again welcome 15,000!! Bikers taking part in a charity ride with the aim of raising one million Canadian dollars for blind people. The evening before the event we attended a barbeque for the workers where I met some of Cher and Randy's many biker friends. What a joy that was to meet this friendly, happy crowd and share their enthusiasm to simply do good to less fortunate fellow human beings while having heaps of fun. The pure goodness of these people left an indelible image of "caring" in my mind.
Biker friends
With Cher and Randy at the Ride for Sight barbeque
Getting ready for the ride back home with Randy – Gail Cohen helping to put on the helmet
The best part of that evening however was riding back to Eugenia with Randy on his huge Goldwing motorcycle! It was the most exhilarating experience I could wish for!! After dressing me up for the part in Cher's black leathers they promised me I would be as comfortable as being in a Cadillac for the ride which indeed was the case! We departed just before sunset and saw the sun go down over Georgian Bay. It felt as if I was in a bubble looking down on the countryside that flitted by because one is sitting much "higher" on a bike than in a car. The best part was that, unlike in a car with closed windows, I could smell the flavours of the countryside scented flowers, people's dinners, freshly cut hay and even some cow dung - as we passed the farms in the twilight to arrive home safely after about 35 fun-filled minutes. Cher was ready at the end of the ride to capture this lovely memory with the click of my camera as we rode past her in the driveway.
Arriving back home with Randy after that unforgettable bike ride.
Apart from drinking in the beauty of Ontario, we also strengthened a friendship that will last a lifetime!! It was with sadness that I got up on that last morning to drive back to Toronto when it was still dark. We had to leave early for me to be in time to fit in a mapping appointment at the Sunnybrook Hospital before I returned to New Jersey.
At Sunnybrook Hospital, Toronto with audiologist David Shipp
Unlike driving to Eugenia upon my arrival we were quiet in the car as the sun rose like a red ball of fire on that last morning as we hit the rush hour traffic in Toronto. A few hours later found us crying as we said goodbye and clung to each other for a last "real" hug.
Thank you my dear friends for the beauty you shared but most of all for the lessons in caring and compassion that you so expertly bestowed upon me.
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