We were blessed by the travel gods this Christmas as airports across Canada were paralyzed by snowstorms. We managed to fly out of Calgary to Vancouver with only a few hours delay, when the day before and after were filled with cancellations.
Then I think we were one of only half a dozen flights in total given the OK to take off from Vancouver International on Dec. 24 as we headed for Hong Kong.
We watched dozens of snow loaders try to clear the runway as thick snow continued to fall. I was born and raised in Vancouver and hadn’t seen that much white stuff come down so fast in a long, long time.
We were also lucky enough — with a travel agent mother and a few strings — to get bumped up to business class and spend a few hours in the Cathay Pacific executive lounge.
The realm of the rich and the business traveller is nice: sleek furniture, free wi-fi, and neatly arranged newspapers.
B.C. wine was chilling in an ice bucket, hard liquor hung from a lovely rack on the wall and all the Evian, orange juice and cappuccinos one could want were laid out for the taking.
A steam tray of sticky rice and dumplings was replenished regularly, along with triangle sandwiches with the crusts cut off.
I could get used to this.
Meanwhile, Air Canada passengers are still waiting for their lost luggage.