We are currently en route to Argentina. I say en route because I am writing this from a hotel room in Mexico City. My wife, in a terrifically misguided effort, is attempting to wrest the “Worst Flight Ever” award from my father. My father earned the award for a trip he booked me (“it was really cheap” is his excuse) from Seattle to Pittsburgh, with a nine hour layover in Newark, in the middle of the night. Not the most exciting airport ever, Newark is even worse with everything closed. On this trip we flew from Boston to New York, JFK and then took the red eye to Mexico City. After which we have a seventeen hour layover before we fly onto Argentina.
This current flight would have won worst ever, but we had the foresight to get a hotel room and slept until midafternoon. We got a ride downtown and had a great afternoon. Saw a bit of Mexico City, walked through the National Palace and saw a great exhibit on the Maya (here) and walked through the Catedral Metropolitan (here). We are going to grab dinner and then get on another red eye to Argentina.
As a side note, the old winner of the second worst flight was a flight from Seattle to Boston, where the plane had mechanical problems, the fuel was all dumped over the Rockies and then they had us all assume crash position as we landed mainly so we would not notice the fire engines racing along side the plane. Then the airline tried to stuff us all on an airplane too small for the number of passengers. That was a looong flight. The kind of flight where afterwards you feel like you have survived something, we should have had t-shirts printed. I only bring this up to let everyone know even the competition for second worst flight ever is tough. This is not a prize awarded lightly.
Photos to follow when we have reliable internet.