As I sit here in the Jorge Newbery airport in Buenos Aires waiting for our final leg of the flight to Ushuaia, I breathe a sigh of relief. It’s been 24 hours since we left Toronto to start our epic journey to the southernmost city in the world.
The day started out unpredictable as usual. We recall going over our flight itinerary and approving the flights that we wanted. We remember hearing that most people had to change airports in Buenos Aries for their final flight to Ushuaia, but we vividly remember choosing a flight that kept us in Ezeiza International airport.
We were sitting pretty with a manageable 4 hr layover where we didn’t have to change airports.
When we tried to sign in at the automatic check-in, we were told to see ticket agent. That’s when she told us that they couldn’t check our bags all the way through to our final destination because we had to change airports in Buenos Aires.
“No, no, we aren’t changing airports.” We made sure to choose the flights that kept our connection in the same airport…we are clever travelers don’t you know.
Alas, we clearly aren’t as clever as we thought because upon further inspection of our e-tickets it clearly stated that we had to change airports. So in truth we are a couple of morons who claim to be clever, but really don’t have a clue.
Now we faced a $55 cab ride taking us one hour to the other side of the city.
Things were looking good when we landed. We were 15 minutes early and would have plenty of time to make it across town. That is until the captain announced that the ground crew wasn’t ready for us yet and we’d have to wait on the tarmac for 10-15 minutes.
I woke up a half hour later to an announcement from the captain stating that they still weren’t ready for us so it would be another 10-15 minutes.
Yikes, we’re cutting it close.
Americans: Tourist fee of $140 for 10 year multiple entry.
Australian Citizens: $100 USD for 1 Year multiple Entry.
Canadians: $75 for a single entry or $150 for 5 year multiple entry.
When we finally disembarked, it was a crowded walk to customs as another flight came in at the same time. As luck would have it, Canadian, American and Australian citizens have to pay a fee upon entrance, so as we stood in line with hundreds of South and Central American Tourists, the US, Canucks and Aussies were called out of line. It’s the only time I’ve ever been happy to pay a reciprocity fee.
There weren’t to many of us, so we made it through the queues quickly.
We made it to the Jorge Newbery airport with plenty of time to spare and all my fretting and worrying was for nothing. I just wasn’t sure what would happen if we missed our connection. Would the airline put us on another flight? Since we had to change airports, how could they be sure that we were late because of a tight schedule? we could have been dilly dallying for all they know.
Luckily we never had to find out. Now we’re sitting pretty in Ushuaia and ready to explore a bit of this southernmost city in the world before we set sail for Antarctica. And we don’t have to change airports on our return flight home. So all is well in the land of Dave and Deb