A Week in Argentina – Part 5: A Wild Trip Home
Previous Trip Notes
A Week in Argentina – Part 4: Park Hyatt & Mendoza, Argentina
A Week in Argentina – Part 3: Santiago, and our 2nd trip to Hell (SCL)
A Week in Argentina – Part 2: Copa Airlines Business Class ORD > PTY > SCL
A Week in Argentina – Part 1: The Setup & Arrival to Hell (ORD)
We were flying on LATAM from Mendoza, Argentina to Lima, Peru, with an 80-minute layover back in Santiago. No problem, should be easy. But in Mendoza, they would not let us check our bags through to Lima, which meant we would have to wait for our bags, clear customs, then re-check our bags, and make the multi-mile trek back to the gates. There was no way we were going to make it. I had booked the tickets through British Airways, so I called them up. They couldn’t do anything, as it was a LATAM operational decision. I called LATAM, they wouldn’t help, stating that we would not have a problem with that turn-time. I worked every angle to try and figure out a plan…there were more than a half-dozen flights from Santiago to Lima that day, but LATAM wouldn’t change our flights. So we made a game-plan: NSPwife would take all of our carry-on luggage (except my backpack) as well as NSPpeanut, and I would RUN to take care of our bags. NSPwife would head to the point-of-no-return – where she would either exit the secured part of the terminal to meet me outside, or simply stay for the transfer to the new flight. I RAN, and I mean RAN to the baggage claim. Definitely over a mile long. And then I waited. And waited. Cell coverage was mediocre at best, but would occasionally get in touch with NSPwife. She was at-the-point-of-no-return, and luckily, there was a LATAM customer service station right there. So she started exploring our options. I FINALLY got the bags, about 35 minutes prior to our scheduled flight take-off time. I then RAN to customs, only to find quite the line. No cell phones allowed in customs. Damn. I cleared with about 15 minutes to flight time, and got in touch with NSPwife as I was lugging 8 bags in a cart in the main terminal searching for LATAM. She said they had worked it out…she thought, and that I just needed to get through security. I made a 90-degree turn, as I was literally right in front of security at that point…the first thing to go our way. I started getting yelled at by security. The cart, right, it wasn’t allowed in. I bailed on the cart, pulled out my phone, only to find the boarding pass had been cancelled when I went to scan it. I texted NSPwife. Yep, she changed me to a flight 30 minutes later…the last seat on that plane. She texted me the confirmation number, and I was able to pull it up on my phone. I re-scanned the new boarding pass, and was cleared to go. Except, I had to carry eight bags, through a massive immigration and security line. Immigration was easy. Security was not. One of the security officers, when seeing how many bags I had, was adamant that I could not bring that many bags through. I explained to him, in my mediocre Spanish, the situation. Reminder: NSPwife had the stroller, and I had a stroller bag FULL of all of our clothes. The officer said to wait a minute while he went to talk to his boss. I said OK, and he walked away. I started loading the luggage up to start being scanned. It all went through. The car seat was taken out of the bag, so the security officer scanning saw the car seat. They definitely didn’t see the stroller…nor were they looking. The first security officer came back, and realized all of my bags had gone through, and I had cleared the metal detector. He was at first upset, then looked down at the stroller bag. I could tell he didn’t believe that there was a stroller in there, so he called out to the officer scanning and asked if was a “coche.” “Si,” replied the officer. I had almost loaded everything up by that point, and the security officer clearly just wanted me out of his hair, and waived me on. OK. Now I have a 20-minute jog. With eight bags. I glanced at the screens while I was running by, and it seemed like the gate for the flight that NSPwife and NSPpeanut were on were only two gates down from my flight. I just kept running. I made it to NSPfamily’s gate just as the plane was backing up. There were still agents at he counter. I dropped my bags, just to take it all in. I had missed our flight, by about 5-10 minutes. Even that was a miracle. They asked me if I was on that flight. I said yes, and they gave me looks that one could imagine, that of sadness and pity. I picked up my plethora of bags, and walked two gates down. I put my bags by some chairs, then walked to the counter with just my stroller and car-seat bag. I asked for gate-check tags. They asked me where my child was at. I explained, in my best mediocre Spanish, that my wife and child took off ten minutes ago from two gates over, and I had missed the flight picking up the luggage. They seemed to understand, and gave me the tags.
I finally made it on the plane. My gate-checked bags were left at the airplane door on the jet-way, and I kept my backpack and carry-ons. I was sweating, beyond belief. My hair was disheveled. I could barely breathe. I had taken some clean clothes and deodorant out of my bags to change into when I got on the plane. We took off shortly after boarding. The passenger next to me appeared to be pretty hung-over. Despite being an afternoon flight, she gave off the same body language and looks of someone taking off from Las Vegas on an early morning flight, fighting between unconsciousness and the barely-living. When the seat belt sign went off, I thought about getting up to change. But my legs wouldn’t work. I was done. I physically couldn’t get up. For a fleeting moment I felt bad about my hygiene, until I looked at my seatmate, who seemingly was only on the brink of the living. The flight was nice. The sandwich was ok, there was seat-back entertainment, and I oscillated between conscientious meditation to calm my nerves and napping.

LATAM Economy Beer, SCL>LIM

LATAM Economy Sandwich, SCL>LIM
I disembarked from the plane, with the eight bags, and made my way to the baggage claim, where I reunited with NSPwife and NSPpeanut. We were all exhausted, and grabbed a trolley to push our entire haul of cargo.
The last time we were in Lima, was in 2012 for a wedding, and I really wanted to head into the city to grab some great Peruvian food. Prior to the day’s debacle, we were at a 30% chance, given how bad traffic is in Peru. Despite the 5-hour layover, clearing customs, re-checking bags, catching a taxi to the city during rush hour, and getting back would have been difficult. With the sweat still barely dried, we grabbed a close second to a nice seafood dinner in the city…airport McDonald’s. We ate while we stood in line at the American Airlines counter, which only opens four hours before the flight, which meant we had to wait for about 45 minutes. It was ok. The french fries hit the spot, and we didn’t have much else to do.
After checking our bags, we headed to the Hanaq Priority Pass Lounge. It was a nice lounge, two levels, with food, drinks, and most importantly for me, a shower. NSPwife and NSPpeanut grabbed some snacks, and I went to shower. Fully reinvigorated and alive again. I hit up the bar, only to find out they limit alcoholic drinks to two per person. We still had a few hours until the flight. Time to find a new lounge! We hung out for about 45 minutes, NSPpeanut was playing with some other kids in the kids-area of the lounge. It was really fun to watch kids play with one another, not understanding one another due to different native tongues, but not letting that get in the way of a good time. Maybe there is yet hope for humanity. We then walked through the terminal, hoping to find an open currency-exchange location, but to no avail, so we went to the Sumaq Priority Pass Lounge, which is adjacent to the Hanaq Lounge. As would be expected, the food and drink offering was identical. We spend about thirty minutes in there until it was time to board our flight.

Sumaq Priority Pass Lounge
We had purposefully booked this flight, all 3 people in business class, to give us 5.5 hours of sleep in the air. The flight was listed at just over 6 hours. As we were settling in, the captain came over the radio stating that the flight time would be roughly 4 hours and 45 minutes. That meant that after subtracting time for take-off and landing, we’d be lucky if we got just even four hours of sleep.

American Airlines – Pre-Departure Drink, SCL>MIA

American Airlines – Amenity Kit, SCL>MIA

American Airlines – Amenity Kit, SCL>MIA

American Airlines – Business Class, SCL>MIA
We would have forewent drinks or food and stretched our sleep time as long as possible, but give it wouldn’t be much anyways, so I decided to try the spread:

American Airlines Dinner – Business Class, LIM>MIA
Landing in Miami, we had planned to go to the American Express Centurion Lounge that comes along with the AMEX Platinum Card. We had visited that lounge on the way to Costa Rica just a couple years earlier, and really enjoyed the experience, but opted to try out the American Airlines Flagship Lounge. I hadn’t thought our international business tickets would grant us access upon arrival, but it did. The lounge was on the second floor and very large, which allowed us to take an entire section for our extremely tired 4-year-old to be a bit grumpy and still not bother any other guests:

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA
They had a nice food spread…

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge – Food & Beverage, MIA
…although Florida law prohibited alcohol to be served in the morning:

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA

American Airlines Flagship First Lounge, MIA
We packed up our stuff and headed to the gate. There was a small kids area on the way:

Kids Zone, Miami Airport

Kids Zone, Miami Airport
We jumped on the final flight, a short hop in First Class from Miami to Chicago. It was a great trip, minus the many self-inflicted travel-related issues we encountered. Luckily everyone worked through the pain, including NSPpeanut, albeit with multiple McDonald’s french fry bribes. We love South America, and can’t wait to go back.