Airports to Avoid

This was actually meant to be the first post of my trip but due to a questionable internet connection at what is quite possibly the world's suckiest airport, I thought I'd lost this and only recently realized that I hadn't...

When it comes to sucky airports, Boston's Logan International Airport has quickly moved to the top of the list, second only to the one in Tegucigalpa, Honduras.  (Although to be fair, Tegucigalpa's rating is due more to sheer terror from the lack of runway than general suckiness.)  When we finally arrived in Boston at 9pm after the first flight on our way to Scotland, I thought we still had a chance to make our 9:30 flight to our next layover in Iceland.  Silly me!  Little did I know that the airport's terminals are widely spread and can only be accessed by leaving the secured area, getting into the regular airport arrival/departure traffic, and catching a bus to one of three or four other terminals, depending on where your next flight is headed.  Of course we landed as far away as possible from the terminal that we needed to depart from.  Bye-bye Iceland plane! :(  

I'll spare you all of the details of trying to find an Iceland Air staff member to re-route us and getting sent back to the original terminal only to be told that US Air could give a rip about us being stuck in Boston for 24 hours and losing what was to be our first day in Scotland.  The good news was that at least half of our luggage had definitely made it to Boston with us.  Probably.  We wouldn't know for sure for another two days once we finally made it to Glasgow, Scotland.  (We later learned that Mark's bag seemed to be the one in question and was apparently drug all the way from North Carolina!)

The silver lining in all of this was that my cousin and her signifant other live in Boston!  And she even answered my plea to be rescued from the airport!  (I have a feeling she might think about answering calls from me in the future though... ;)  Despite it being the middle of the night, all the highway tolls, airport fees, and crazy Boston traffic which apparently never sleeps, Erica and Tony drove from Belmont and rescued us from the airport of doom.  They even let us sleep in their home, although at that point, I would have been happy with the backseat of the car!  So even though our vacation was delayed for a day, we were fortunate enough to spend a little time with family and not be suck in limbo at the worst airport ever!  (On the way back from our trip, Mark got to spend even more time in the Boston Logan Airport when he had to lock himself into a bathroom stall to try to get some sleep since that seemed to be the only truly safe place for him and his luggage.)

Just say no...