Are You Going to Be Experiencing a Nighttime Layover? Here is What I Learned from Mine
Round Harbor, Newfoundland: This Is Before My Layover
Round Harbor, Newfoundland
I had spent two weeks with my best friend in Newfoundland. We rested, talked, and enjoyed the scenery as summer changed into fall. When she dropped me off at the airport, I knew that I had a full 24 hours before I was going to get home, which was something I had never experienced before. Here's my experience with my layover and what I learned from it.
You Won't Get Done What You Think You Will Get Done
First let me say that I had visions of writing a ton of blog posts, reading, and coming up with an amazing idea for my next eBook.
That didn't happen.
I did spend some time working before my first flight, but on the flight I ended up watching 'The Heat', for the second time in my life, and drinking two cups of coffee hoping I would be ready for my night in the airport. I have to admit, that flight was fun.
When I arrived at the Halifax Airport, where I was destined to spend the night, I picked up my bag from the baggage claim and ran as quick as I could to the Air Canada counter. I had hoped they would magically get me on a flight out that night, but instead I was told that I had to wait until 3:30am to check-in my (huge) suitcase for my 5:50am flight. It was 10:10pm at that point.
There was a hotel across the way, but I had not budgeted for that because I thought I would do just fine in the airport.
What I Did All Night Long
I went straight to Tim Hortons from the Air Canada counter, with all three pieces of my luggage, and got an extra large double-double. I found a seat with a plug-in, set up my computer, and called my parents to tell them I was staying overnight.
I was kicked out of the area (5 minutes later) by the cleaning crew who needed to clean the floors. I packed up my computer, picked up all my luggage, grabbed my coffee, and moved to another area. I then piled all my luggage up again, plugged my computer back in, and sent an unhappy face picture to my husband through my phone.
I spent the next few hours watching a drunk guy try to steal money from the fountain, explain himself to the cops, and get taken away to sleep it off. I occasionally looked at my computer and the pictures I had taken on the trip, but I found myself mostly lost in la-la land as I contemplated how tired I was and how long I had to go.
Finally, I decided that YouTube would keep me awake, so I checked out some of my favorite channels and rested my head on the table as I watched them. At about 1:00am, I started to fall asleep, so I decided to find somewhere to try to sleep.
I went upstairs to an observation deck and found that it was dark with lot of seats to sleep on. I took a few steps out of the elevator and heard, "I pissed myself!" Apparently, the observation deck is where they had put the drunk guy to sleep it off. I quickly turned and got back on the elevator and went back down to where I started.
I found a bench and laid down on it. I started to feel drunk myself, and I sent silly pictures to my husband. I 'drunk dialed' him and talked about all sorts of stupid things that I'm sure he didn't want to hear. He entertained me, but I knew he had to go to sleep, and it was not his fault I was stuck in an airport, so I let him go after a few minutes.
I was on a bench near Tim Hortons, which was the only place open. Security was sitting there on their break. I watched them sit and talk about nothing important for about fifteen minutes. Then, I decided that I should tell them about the drunk guy who pissed himself, but much to my dismay they didn't seem to care.
I didn't want to go to the bathroom with all my luggage, but eventually I couldn't take it anymore, so I picked up all my luggage and dragged into the bathroom with me. Inside, I found out that I had received a monthly visitor and was suddenly grateful that I had my suitcase with me.
I then spent the next couple of hours walking around the airport, standing outside in the rain, and rocking back and forth on my luggage to my music on my iPhone.
By the time check-in came at 4:00am, I was delirious. I actually pinched myself to see if I was awake or not, and even when I felt the pinch, I was still not convinced. I spent the next few hours dazed as I listened to kids cry and cry and cry.
The three hour flight home was horrible. I was stuck beside a guy who kept his elbow firmly in my waist, and the window behind me shined sunlight into my back, which ultimately made me feel like I was in a sauna.
All I Could Think About Was The Long Flight Ahead Of Me From Halifax To Edmonton
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My Takeaway From The Layover
By the time I got home, I realized one thing: If I ever had a layover again, I was going to get a hotel. Even if it was only going to be for a few hours, I would rather get some sleep and take a shower than sit in an airport.
I would absolutely recommend a hotel to anyone who will have a layover on their flight. After a vacation, fatigue tends to be present anywase, and adding a layover to that only makes things worse.
If you don't plan to get a hotel, just remember that you will be tired and it may get boring and frustrating. You will be safe, because security will be at Tim Hortons having a coffee, but it will be a LONG night. If you are willing to deal with that, then I wish you the best of luck!