
Oh my Goodness! I can't even begin to explain how awful Sunday was!!!
BTW . . . We had a great couple of days in Niagra Falls. We did Maid of the Mist, the Cave of the Winds, and the Whirlpool. The girls really thought it was pretty - though I don't think they got the whole "gist" of it.
We took a tour -- quite an expensive tour I might say -- but it lasted 5 hours! When we booked they said 3 hours (the famous 3 - hour tour). Well we had a "truant" group who did not like to be with the others, and so our tour was extended by 2 hours. It was really great -- even when Tao fell asleep during the Cave of the Winds and Rich had to carry him.
So, anyway, back to the OMG! We got up yesterday morning, went to the "carb breakfast" (doughnuts, waffles, toast, danish, cereal) sponsored by our hotel -- dealt with the very rude group of individuals that now (in our opinion) almost run the town of Niagra Falls, and then off to pack.
Our rental car had to be back to the airport by 2 p.m. (or it'd be another $129), and our flight didn't leave until 11:56 at night (more about that approximation later!). We stopped at Smoky Ribs (the highlight of the day) for lunch, then got our rental car back with 24 minutes to spare.
The airport did not offer a shuttle to Amtrak or a nearby hotel, so we took a 10 minute cab ride -- $20. They dropped us off at a mall about 2 1/2 hours from the Amtrak station. Rich was in his glory (NOT AT ALL) for about 4 hours -- the mall closed, so we had to leave.
Well, because of our expensive cab experience, we thought "we can walk to the station". (We'd already checked two bags before dropping off the car!) Here we come -- three kids in a stroller, four carry on bags (BIG carry on bags) walking down one of the main thorough fares in Buffalo, New York. What a sight we were -- we looked like a homeless family that would work for food. (In fact, Rich said he'd make up a sign "Will work for Reese's cups!")
We get to the station (after a 2 1/2 mile journey) at around 7:30 p.m. -- There was no where else to go! So we knew we'd have about 5 hours there with the kids BEFORE the train even came. The kids were very good watching movies and playing -- but heck 5 hours is a LONG time!
Around 10 p.m. they make an announcement that the train is running an hour late -- they won't be there until 1:00 p.m. So we decide to go ahead and get the kids to sleep so that their clocks won't be that off.
Around 12:30 p.m. (the train is already 1/2 late) Rich goes to ask, and now the train won't be there until 1:30 p.m. -- so 1 1/2 hours late.
Finally, we hear the train is 12 minutes out, so we go outside to the platform. When we get there, one of the conductors is saying that when a train is 15 minutes late it is considered on time. Rich said, "So, does that mean this is a LATE train?" The man then goes into an explanation about how it is not Amtrak's fault BUT the train is late because one of the passengers took a cat on board, and the cat got loose. So they had to stop the train to find the cat. (Couldn't they look while it was going?)
Rich asks about getting seating together for the family since our kids are so young, and the man says, "We'll do what we can, BUT there are 300 seats on this train and 298 are booked." Rich asked him, "So would you put your 7-year old daughter alone beside someone you don't know for an overnight trip?" The man totally dismissed his comment.
The train approaches, and they tell us to "go to the front of the line so they can accomodate your request". Okay -- picture this again -- three sleeping kids by now, 1:45 a.m., on the cold platform, with a stroller for two, and four carry on bags. Rich takes the bags and poor Alyssa by the hand to get to the front of the line. I follow closely with another bag and the two kids in a broken stroller (the stroller got broken when our original Amtrak was cancelled and we had to catch a bus because of a "mudslide").
We go to the conductor and ask, "Are there seats together". Their response, "You'll have to walk through the train and see." I was so MAD, I told Rich, you stay here with the Alyssa and the bags, I'll go look. I walked through the entire car -- there were a total of 5 seats (maybe) and none of them -- NONE -- were even near each other. I went back -- where Rich was struggling with the bags -- because no one would even help, and said, "There are no seats together -- we are NOT going on this train."
None of the conductors even blinked an EYE!!! We said, "Where do we get our checked bags?" We then had to track down the baggage guy and have him rift through the luggage to get our bags. The baggage guy found the stuff, then threw it into the terminal. Not one offer of assistance, not one apology -- NOTHING!
Luckily there was a taxi outside, with a very nice guy -- he helped us load our stuff, find a hotel, and all for a mere $20!
We got on line and Rich decided maybe a greyhound bus was the way to go -- let me think, another 2 days on a vehicle. NO! I got on line this morning, and for a mere $1,300 we will be home by 9:30 tonight -well to Denver. It's called flying! A step below heaven!
If anyone asks, AMTRAK BAD! AMTRAK BAD!


