Waking up, groggily, we managed to get ourselves up and ready briskly to check out and catch our shuttle bus. Fortunately, we had managed to book onto the return shuttle to the airport at very late notice (we knew we had to give 24 hours notice, but even being on a call was too much for us to manage the previous night). Waiting for the bus outside the rear of the hotel, in the cold with all of our belongings we questioned whether we were in the correct place as the scheduled pick up time had been and gone by about 15 minutes. Leigh ran inside to ring and check and was relived to hear the driver was lost and to stay where we were. Minutes later, we were both concentrating very hard in the moving vehicle making sure neither of us would be overcome with that sick feeling, which may have been induced more by the motion. Safely arriving at the airport with everything, our last meal still intact, we steadily made our way through the airport security and into the main area where the consensus was to get food. After Leigh ate a miserable excuse for oatmeal, we moved on in search of pizza (as most people naturally crave at 5:30am) but really struggled to find anywhere that was selling it at such a time. Finally, we located a nice smelling bagel place which sold a favourable compromise - a bagel dipped in pizza sauce with cheese in the middle. By this time, it was time to board our first southwest flight of the day which would take us to Houston, with our final destination being New Orleans. We had been told by the ground staff that we could definitely make it to Houston, but New Orleans would be a pending until we got there given that there was a huge storm present in and around that area. Feeling still very delicate at this stage, uncertainty over whether we could actually get to our hotel was not something we needed, at all. Nevertheless, as always we picked ourselves up and soldiered on with hope. Boarding separately, it was up to Becky to grab two seats anywhere she could, given that this airline doesn’t allocate seats (even though it would make more sense to!). After finding each other on the aircraft, we sat down to indulge in our pizza bagels whilst enjoying the company if our neighbour, Jeremy, who’s opening line was “Yo girls don’t mind if I go ahead and take a selfie now do ya?”, to which of course we encouraged. Landing in Houston, we had a short layover before we were back on board for our flight to New Orleans. When we eventually arrived, it was about 4pm and we were ready for some sleep already.
Really incredibly ill for the whole day… Neither of us could stop being sick and were not able to eat/drink anything without it coming back up. After sleeping, we knew the only fix would be to get food and keep it down. Making the mammoth effort to refrain from purging, we strolled over to Macdonalds for a bite to eat.
Finally, we managed to get back to the room and eat, both feeling better from having something in our stomachs but full of dread knowing it was 12am and our shuttle bus was collecting us that same morning for the airport at 4:15am.. And we still had to pack!