I was aware of the buzz surrounding Iceland as a new travel “hot spot,” but the only in-depth coverage I had actually come across was filtered through the acerbic wit of Anthony Bourdain on an episode of the Travel Channel’s “No Reservations.” (There seemed to be a lot of late-night drinking and eating of odd foods….)
I plan on traveling to France for two weeks in the middle of October. I have scanned my passports, driver’s license, airline tickets and other papers and put them on a flash drive. I find that I need a 512mb drive to hold it all.
These flash drives (or jump drives) are about the size of my little finger and mainly plastic. It should be very easy to carry copies of all of my paperwork, in case I lose anything.
Our enchanting introduction to India began and ended rather disappointingly on Air-India, on which we traveled round trip from New York to New Delhi.
Airport self-service check-in kiosks look great and sound great; unfortunately, they are of no value to someone like me because they cannot verify my age.
On Feb. 10, ’06, I traveled from Texas to New York. At the Dallas/Fort Worth airport I had an opportunity to check in using a kiosk. It was wonderful. In 30 seconds I had my boarding pass and a receipt.
There were three self-service kiosks and so the line moved quickly. Because it was a new venture, there were two employees to help, if help were needed.
We have been using self-service check-in kiosks for several years. Usually, we are flying Northwest Airlines out of Detroit Metro. Our last experience was on Dec. 27, ’05, out of Metro, with return on Jan. 20, ’06, from Tampa.
I write in answer to ITN’s request for information on airport self-service check-in kiosks (Feb. ’06, pg. 4).
I joined a 10-day “Imperial Cities” tour of Italy with Gate 1 Travel on Oct. 10, ’05. Our group of 26 had a superb tour guide, Ms. Flavia Sciubba (flaviasole@hotmail.com).
Two weeks before my departure to Málaga, Spain, on Jan. 25, ’06, I reconfirmed my flight on Iberia Airlines and told the representative I would need wheelchair assistance when I arrived at Madrid’s Baraja Airport. I ended up getting all the help I needed, as my connecting flight to Málaga was leaving in just one hour. The young lady who saw that I got to my gate would not accept any tip.