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I just missed Hurricane Matthew

I just missed Hurricane Matthew

December 31, 2016 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

On October the 4th 2016 I flew into Orlando International airport, missing Hurricane Matthew by just two days. Of course, when I booked my trip I had no idea that there would be a hurricane at all while I was in the States. I had chosen to fly in October rather than the beginning of September, partly due to another hurricane forecast.  This was for Hurricane Hermine, a category 1 hurricane, which became the first to make landfall for eleven years.

Hurricane Matthew was forecast to be a bad one, and so it proved to be. At category 3 at its offshore centre, it was the strongest one to affect the east coast of Florida in eleven years, even though it didn’t quite make landfall. It did, however, travel parallel with the coast, just offshore, causing high winds, storm surges and torrential rain. These combined to cause a lot of damage up the east coast of Florida and into south-east Georgia and South and North Carolina.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Matthew

Most people on the plane I flew in on seemed to be totally unaware of Hurricane Matthew’s approach. I never heard once anyone mention it and I didn’t have the heart to draw it to their attention. It would have only caused them to start worrying about it before they needed to. They’d find out about it soon enough. They would get plenty of advice about how to prepare for it, after they had landed. Many of them were heading to Disneyland and the people there were used to dealing with hurricanes.

A Change of Plan needed

I had intended to stay two nights in Florida before moving up north. However, my friends, who I had planned to visit early in my trip, were all busy preparing for the arrival of Hurricane Matthew. So I cancelled the second night I’d booked in Sanford, and headed up into Georgia. Fortunately, I booked a room for that night in Macon, GA, before I left.

Arriving in Macon, after a six hour drive, there was not a room to be had anywhere in that area. This was due to the sheer number of people who were evacuating their homes and heading north. I learned next day that, during an evacuation, traffic flow on the south-bound lanes is reversed on the Interstates. This meant there were six lanes of traffic heading north on I-75.

As I was booking in, the hotel receptionist was fielding calls every few minutes from people looking for rooms. She was telling them all the rooms in whole area were fully booked and that their best bet was to head for Atlanta, almost two hours drive further north.

Keeping Track of Hurricane Matthew

In order to keep myself updated about its progress, I regularly watched the ‘Tracking Hurricane Matthew’ news channel. At one point there was a fear that, after it had travelled up the coast, it would circle round over the ocean and come round to hit the Florida coast a second time. I believe this had only happened once before since records had been kept, but fortunately this second hit did not materialise.

The next day, I cut across into Alabama. To continue on up towards Atlanta, my usual route, I risked getting stuck in a traffic jam for hours. I phoned a friend who lives in north Alabama and we arranged to meet up in Fort Payne that evening.  When I arrived, she and her husband treated me to a meal at the Cracker Barrel restaurant. After parting company again, I spent the night at a motel in Rainsville, just six miles further up the road. Then the next day I continued my journey on into Tennessee.

I was glad to learn that all my Florida friends suffered only minor damage to their homes and that they were all safe and sound.

My Stories, My Stories, Places and Adventures, Travel Tagged: airport, Florida, Georgia, hurricane, Matthew, Orlando, Orlando airport, Orlando International airport, Sanford, travel

Really Lost – the First Time

Really Lost – the First Time

October 15, 2015 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

Orlando International Airport lounge overlooked by the Hyatt Hotel

It was day four of my first trip to Florida, after arriving on Wednesday April 11th 2007, and it was time to head for the airport in Orlando again, this time to get the flight to Boston, Massachusetts, to visit my sister. Airports have never been my favourite places to drive to as they are so easy to get really lost in, with their myriad of junctions and (to me) confusing signage.

I’d just had a thoroughly enjoyable few days in Florida. The hotel where I been staying, the Comfort Inn & Suites in Sanford, lived up to its name and was very comfortable, and the staff were so welcoming. One of the hotel’s best features, as far as I was concerned, was breakfast being available until 10.30 am, as I am not a natural early riser. At most hotels, breakfast is not available after 9.00 or 9.30 am. I had picked this hotel because I knew it was near where my new friends, Jack and Misty lived. It was lovely to meet them, when they came round to the hotel, and I spent far more time with them during the next two days than I expected would be possible. I was delighted to find out how well we got on together.

However, after four nights in Sanford, it was now time to move on.

This story is about how I got completely lost at Orlando airport. I had, in fact, almost got lost three days earlier. I had picked up a rental car the Thursday morning and I took it out for a test drive. Surprisingly, it didn’t take me too long to get used to driving on the opposite side of the road to what I was used to. But there was no SatNav (GPS) in that car and, as I drove round the town exploring, it wasn’t long before I took a wrong turn … but I’ve already written about that episode in my previous post.

Heading back to the airport

After leaving the hotel this Sunday morning, I set off down the FL-417 towards the airport. My first error was when I thought I was in the nearside lane, but discovered, too late, that it was an exit lane. I found my way to a gas station and, after filling the car, the gas station attendant gave me directions about how to get back on the right road for the airport. But, it was when I reached the airport, that’s when I found myself really lost.

On the way I also had my first experience of toll booths, where I found myself fumbling round, trying to find the right change in the unfamiliar currency.

Going Round in Circles

Once I eventually reached the airport, I went round and round in circles trying to find where I should drop off my rental car. I seemed to be able to find every rental company under the sun, apart from the one I needed. I have never felt so lost in all my life. Eventually I pulled into the drop-off bay for another company to ask the way.

The first person I asked couldn’t even speak English, but he called another girl over. She spoke English but she didn’t know where I had to go either. However, she pointed to a security guard, who she said would be able to direct me. He was, in deed, able to help, but I had to get him to write down the directions as the drop-off point I needed was five miles from the airport.

Once I had successfully dropped the car off, I was directed to the shuttle bus which would take me back to the airport. It dropped me off at the terminal I needed and I was safely on my way again. I was mighty happy to have overcome that hurdle.

driving, My First Solo Trips, People, Places and Adventures, Travel Tagged: driving, lost, Orlando, Orlando airport, Orlando International airport, sandford, travel

My First Sight of Florida

My First Sight of Florida

April 3, 2015 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

This photo, taken from the plane as we approached Orlando International airport, shows my first sight of Florida, USA. It was taken just after we crossed the coastline. Fortunately it was a clear day, with just a little haze, but one of the first things I noticed was how much water there was … and I don’t mean in the ocean, but the sheer number of lakes and ponds I could see.

The plane journey had been good, with little or no turbulence. I had left Manchester airport in the UK at about 10.30 am that morning, but because of the five hour time difference, I was about to land in Florida at about 3.00 pm that same afternoon, after roughly a nine-hour flight. The weather was good all that day and our take-off  had been in bright sunshine, enabling me to see the landscape of England, Wales and Ireland quite clearly as we flew over it. It was like looking down on a map.

I always choose a window seat on the plane, whenever possible, so that I can not only see out easily, but so that I can take photos whenever I want to without disturbing my fellow passengers. The scattered clouds over the Atlantic Ocean looked beautiful, like giant icebergs or snow-covered islands, with shadows cast by the sun on the undulation in the clouds, the white contrasting with the brilliant blue of the ocean and the sky.

Economy Class is not the most comfortable way to travel, but it is generally worth putting up with the lack of leg room in order to save the considerable extra cost.

This was only my second long-haul flight … well, the third, if you count the return leg of my first trip to the USA, to Boston, MA, in 1996. On that occasion, I had been travelling with my late husband and we had been to visit my sister who was living about fifteen miles outside Boston. My husband had never flown at all before and my only previous flight had been a short hop from Dublin, in Ireland, to Liverpool, UK. But that first US trip is another story altogether.

It was a gentle touch down in Orlando, followed by a lengthy wait to disembark once we reached the gate. There were approximately four hundred passengers on board, so it took some time to reach the immigration hall.  Next was the long queue to get through immigration. I had my green visa-waiver form ready for my turn at the desk, where they checked my passport, took my fingerprints and photographed me, and asked the usual questions about where I was going to be staying and if I was carrying any forbidden goods.

Once clear of immigration and customs, I was free to go and wait for my suitcase to come round on the carousel and, once I had retrieved it, I walked outside to find a taxi to take me to my hotel in Sanford. The first thing that struck me was the heat. Even though it was only April, it was still a shock to experience it … not only hot, but so humid as well.

Sanford is about thirty-five miles from the airport, and from the taxi I was able to get my first glimpse of Florida from ground level. On arrival at the Comfort Inn in Sanford, I checked in, went to my room and had a quick wash and change of clothing before phoning my new friends, Jack & Misty, to tell them I had arrived. A short while later, they arrived at the hotel and they took me out for a meal. Afterwards we arranged to meet up again the following afternoon … but more about that in a later blog. 

 

 

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