More Evidence That Delta's SkyTeam Alliance Is Broken

I get really tired of hearing how wonderful big airline alliances are for me the traveler and how they make my traveling experience “seamless.”  My most recent airline-alliance disaster is further demonstration of what a hassle they often are.

I bought a ticket with Delta Air Lines for a trip from DC to Europe and back.  The flight numbers were all Delta, but with two flights operated by KLM and two by Air France.  Let the mayhem troubles begin!

How SkyTeam Annoys & Hassles You Before You Fly

When, a couple of days before departure, KLM swept our seat reservations and frequent flyer numbers from our record, calling Delta did no good:  they don’t have access to KLM’s system.  We’d need to call KLM, but that is impossible Stateside, as Delta operates on their behalf, so a phone call to the KLM number gets you a Delta agent, who cannot help you with your KLM flight.  (Yes, it’s as crazy as it sounds.)

How SkyTeam Double-Talks You At Check-In

Day of departure I received an email from KLM that we should consider rebooking because a snowstorm was expected in Amsterdam.  At the airport, the agent refused to rebook us through Paris instead of Amsterdam:  “Your flight will be fine.”  (It wasn’t.)

How SkyTeam Offers The Most Misery When Flights Get Canceled

In Amsterdam, our onward flight had already been canceled when we landed.  Just to see a KLM agent to rebook took almost four hours, as there was no SkyPriority elite line to be seen.  We were offered to wait-list for a later flight and were given a choice between two times.  I am used to automatically being wait-listed for the next flight; when the flyer doesn't get on that flight, their name rolls over to the next flight.  Not possible with KLM!  I'd have to go to the back of the line, wait to see an agent, and then get wait-listed.  When I asked the agent if my status would get me moved up the list:  “No, you are in with the rest.”  Nice.  (I fly 125,000+ miles a year and dedicate it all to SkyTeam so, with apologies to "the rest," I don’t have to be “in with the rest.”)

How SkyTeam Loses Your Bags and Trys To Make You Pay to Track Them

When we arrived into Berlin, our luggage didn’t, and wouldn’t show up for another three nights.  Tweets to Delta were met with “Sorry, we cannot do anything.”  Tweets to KLM were pointless, as they seemed to not have a clue as to what was going on.  When I tried to call the customer “service” line to check the status of our bags, the greeting told me that the call would cost ME (!) about $2.50 per minute.  (What?!  “We lost your bags and you’ll have to pay us to find out more about how horrible we’re doing.”)

How SkyTeam Ignores Your Status

Upon check-in to return home, even though my frequent flyer number was in the reservation, my Delta status did not show at all.  (It is should have; I am supposed to have reciprocal benefits across the SkyTeam alliance.)  So, no access to better seats, no priority handling of my baggage, blank looks when I tried to use the Air France lounges, and so on.  The Air France agents could not have been less interested in any of this.

Conclusion:  SkyTeam Is Not A Team, Nor Is It For Me

SkyMiles (Delta’s frequent flyer scheme), is the least valuable of the mainline carriers, hands down, and we Delta flyers get a lot of guff from the American and United flyers.  But, I know the nature of SkyMiles and it’s something in the past I’ve been willing to put up with:  I find Delta’s service domestically to be solid, their phone agents are quite good, and their Twitter team (@deltaassist) is always responsive and usually helpful.  Sadly, my most recent experience—and others with their “alliance,” as with SkyTeam there always seems to be something—have added more reasons to the “Time To Find Another Alliance” column of my decision chart.  If I can work out a status match, this will hopefully be the last time I get screwed over by SkyTeam.

Coming soon:  photos and narrative of our trip to Berlin!  (Spoiler alert:  it was fun, in spite of SkyTeam.)

Bags. Finally.

The Bags Finally Showed Up

At last, like long-lost friends, our luggage turned up in Berlin.  In the same place we are.  Really.  Nice to see them.

After this I'm becoming convinced that airline alliances are really just a group of companies integrated enough to optimize profit but separate enough to be able to point the finger of blame at another "alliance" member.  "Seamless travel experience?"  Um, not if anything at all goes wrong.  Seems shady business the way they do it.

Today's Doings In Potsdam

After we changed hotels, we headed down to Potsdam and strolled the Brandenburger Straße, where the Christmas stalls are set up.  It snowed part of the time and it was really beautiful, even thought it was cold.

The lead-off to last night's newscast was:  "The whole of Germany lays in Snow-Chaos tonight!"  It really didn't seem that bad to create such a panic.  More is on the way, with high temperatures Thursday supposed to be only about 20F, much below normal.

Lost Baggage Update

Even though we arrived in Berlin late Friday evening, our two checked bags have been enjoying other parts of Europe without us.  All we know is what we can deduce from the very limited information we've found on KLM's website ("Still tracking," is the standard verbiage), and from Twitter exchanges I've had with @KLM ("Once we have an update we will get back to you," is the favorite from that bunch).

Our bags sat in Amsterdam all day Friday before being sent to Budapest sometime on Saturday afternoon and then transferred to another airline to be on a flight late last night (Sunday), from Budapest to Berlin. We believe/hope they are spending this morning (Monday), at Berlin Tegel.  Now, these are all guesses and deductions, but we apparently have a better handle on it than KLM seems to.

Today we change hotels.  After we do that, we think we will go to the airport to see is we can get any other information in-person.  Not sure that'll bear any fruit but it's worth a try.  Otherwise, it'll be more shopping today for things to wear:  Philip has run out and I will likely by Tuesday.

Good news is that it's become a little warmer and the snowfall last night was much less than I think was expected.

More later today, including some beautiful photos of the Christmas markets and other sights.

Dubai. No, Budapest. Okay, no, it's Berlin.

So, our big trip began with the plan to go to Dubai and then Berlin.  Then we decided to skip Dubai and go to Budapest and then Berlin.  Today the weather--and KLM--decided otherwise for us.

Our connecting flight was canceled from Amsterdam to Budapest.  The next flight, for which we weren't even yet confirmed, was canceled because there was a fire in the control tower.   (I'm not making this up.)  So, we decided to bag Budapest and just head directly to Berlin.

Details to follow, but we are in the Air France lounge at Berlin Tegel, fresh from the baggage office.  Oh, did I mention that our bags did not make it?

Crazy day of travel.  On to the hotel.  More details to later.

Guess Where We Are Headed

For about three months I’ve been trying to use my Delta miles to get us to Vietnam for Philip’s birthday trip in March.  In spite of me increasing our flexibility considerably, I was unable to find anything that I could afford.  Going into the search with almost 600,000 points and the request for two business-class seats anytime in March from any US gateway, I thought it would be a breeze.  But, the confederate-money nature of Delta’s SkyMiles quickly presents itself.  There was either no availability or seats that ran 700,000 or more for two.  (Me to the agent who quoted that:  “You must have a lot of practice at this:  it sounds like you were able to say that with a straight face.”)  I expanded the search to include Hong Kong, Taipei, and Shanghai, but, still, nothing good at a realistic price.

 

In the end, though, that may be all to the good.  It is common knowledge among in-the-know Delta frequent travelers that award availability on Delta partner Virgin Australia is often quite good, so I started looking at availability to Sydney.  Philip was never keen on the idea of Sydney (“It’ll be too much like the US and Canada.  I want to go somewhere different.”), so I dug a little deeper:  Brisbane; Melbourne; Perth.  All had availability and at quite good prices.  Where else could I look?  “Tasmania,” I thought, “that’s pretty exotic.”  Bingo!  Availability!  And at only 150,000 per seat for an all-business-class itinerary, out of LAX.  I sent Philip the a link to a photo set of Tasmania (the link to that is here), and it was a pretty easy sell.  Before long I had the airfare booked.

 

For me when I’m planning travel, one of the most exciting pieces is flexibility and willingness to cast a wider net.  What fun to start out the day trying to remind myself to call about the Hanoi tickets at lunchtime to having begun planning on a trip to Tasmania instead!  And now to plan the itinerary, sightseeing, rental car, hotels, and so on and on.  The research and planning are always a good bit of the fun.

Why We're Skipping Dubai

Getting to Berlin, and Throwing In Dubai Along the Way

In September we were booking travel for the rest of the year.  For two years we had been talking about going to Berlin at Christmas time.  I determined earlier in the year that I was going, no matter the obstacle.  When I started searching for seats, I was finding fares in the neighborhood of $1200 for each of the two of us, which is more than I'd ever paid for a plane ticket, I think.  Looking at possible alternatives, I saw that we could add in a stop in Dubai for just $200 more.  It seemed like a bargain and we went ahead and booked:  we would leave out on a Thursday night, transit in Paris, arrive into Dubai after eleven Friday night and head out in the wee hours of Monday morning, transit through Paris again, onward to Berlin for a week before transiting Paris a third time on the way home.

Dubai had been on my list for a few years.  It looks exciting and I looked forward to going up in the world's tallest building, exploring Old Dubai, and getting to see some of the great architecture.  We'd been to Istanbul and I imagined, given everything I had seen, read, and heard, religion’s influence would be at a similar level.  So, I didn't give a second thought to not going.  Why would I?

Leave Your Drugs (and Pastries Containing Poppy Seeds) At Home

Well, after a few weeks a guidebook arrived.  I had lots of other travel going on so I didn't really have time to delve into it nor to give much attention to planning.  About a month before we were to leave Philip said something along the lines of "we'll need to clean all of our stuff out really good and make sure we don't have any drugs or drug residue."  I laughed:  there is not drugs nor drug residue in my stuff. It was then that I started to explore the issue and to read some pretty scary stuff.

I am not interested in doing drugs, much less trafficking in them, so I always think I'm pretty safe at customs, here at home and abroad.  But, when rules are stringent to the extreme and the possibility to do something illegal purely by accident is a strong possibility, I take notice.  Here's a sampling of the instances I read about in our guidebook and online, mostly via newspaper reports:

• An incoming tourist who had melatonin with him was held for weeks in jail before authorities determined that it was not illegal.  He was held for a further few weeks while they thoroughly searched and tested the rest of his belongings.
• A twenty-year-old was arrested and sentenced to four years prison because he'd smoked a joint the day before he arrived into Dubai.  (Having drugs in one's system is considered possession, just the same as if he had the joint with him.)
• A German flight attendant unwittingly ate a pastry that had hash in it, offered to her at a gathering.  Still unaware what she'd eaten, she went to hospital because she wasn't feeling well.  A blood test revealed THC in her bloodstream.  The police were called and she was arrested.  She spent the eleven months in prison, fighting for release.  Her argument was that she was actually the victim of a crime.
• A British visitor ate a poppy-seed roll at Heathrow before his flight to Dubai.  Authorities at the airport discovered three (three!) poppy seeds on his clothes.  (Regular poppy seeds are illegal in the UAE; possession of them carries a minimum jail term of four years.)  Another story told of a visitor who had a pastry containing poppy seeds; the offending pastry landed him in jail.

There are lots of other stories of tourists unwittingly entering with routinely-prescribed medication that is illegal in Dubai and are carted off to jail.  Still more are detained while authorities test their belongings and decide the legality of medications (and, presumably, pastries) they may be bringing with them.

There are more prohibited items on the entry list than any other country and it is very easy to fall afoul of the rules without knowing it.  Add in the fact that they have "invested" in the most sensitive detection equipment in the world, and it becomes quite scary.  And, if one is inclined to intentionally bring in drugs, well, ask the guy who brought in and tried to sell 3/4 ounce of pot to an undercover officer and was sentenced to death.  (My sympathy at him getting caught is nonexistent but the punishment seems harsh.)

Making the Trip Less Stressful

I know people who have been to Dubai and liked or loved it and had zero problems.  I think that we would have entered also without issue and would have enjoyed our couple of days in Dubai.  But, I found the possibility of having issues just too daunting.  For me the standard is just too stringent and the consequences too great to bother with.  And, with that level of power, all it takes is ending up with the wrong customs agent, and things can quickly go wrong.  The more I read the more worrying it all was.  I finally talked to Philip Friday night about just bagging the Dubai piece and think of going somewhere else instead.  He agreed that it was likely the best thing to do.

If Not Dubai, Then Where?

Saturday morning I woke up and started looking at other options.  Possibilities I offered Philip as viable were Stockholm, Helsinki, Vilnius, Kiev, Dubrovnik, Venice, Milan, Straßburg, Zurich, Budapest, Munich, Vienna, and spending more time in Berlin.  In the end, after we started digging down and looking at hotels, flights, and so on, we settled on Budapest.  Once we made the decision, the entire trip was re-booked and sorted within an hour.

So, we will be missing Dubai, which I'm sad about.  But, I prefer my piece of mind and to not have to worry about accidentally falling afoul of rules that are just extreme and harsh in my opinion.  On the positive side, Budapest is an excellent destination and Philip has never been to Hungary, so he can mark another from his list.  It'll be a great trip, no doubt.  And, I don't have to scrub my luggage!

Going Nowhere, Part Four: 20 Minutes in San Francisco

The Planning

For the third and final of my (Philip’s second and last) pure mileage runs for 2012, we flew on our final BWI to SFO trip.  (Read about the first here and the second here; I also did a mileage run to Manila and wrote about it here.)  We would again go out of BWI on Friday, this time through Atlanta, arrive into San Francisco, overnight there, then fly out the next morning, through Detroit, back into BWI.  Because we would be late getting in we would overnight near BWI.  Again, as with my run the weekend before, we made our plans but they never quite worked out perfectly.

...And The Troubles Begin

In Baltimore our inbound aircraft was late arriving from Atlanta, so we took on a twenty-minute delay, not inconsequential with a 55-minute connection time through Atlanta.  We boarded and were ready to go; or so we thought.  There was some issue with getting the engine started, so we had to have it started by a piece of equipment, which took a while.  Then, after we pushed off the gate, we were given a departure time by flight control of twenty minutes later.  By the time we landed it was too late to make the connection, which was the last SF flight of the night.  We went to the SkyClub to see what our rebooking options were.

Rebooking

I had booked the three BWI-SFO mileage runs before I booked the trip to Manila, so, with that Manila trip, I did not really need this run.  If I had been on my own I’d have had them just send me home.  When there is a situation where you miss a connection, especially when it is the airline’s fault, agents have a lot more latitude about what they can do.  But, Philip needed the miles, so we had to start from that point-of-view, and, of course, I rarely mind being in a plane.

As luck would have it, there was still space—two seats—in First on the first flight the next day from Atlanta to SFO, that would get us into SF an hour before our originally-scheduled flight back east was to leave.  We decided to take it.  Because the delay was the airline’s fault and not the weather, we overnighted on Delta’s dime.

Here’s another instance where one’s status plays a part in the quality of the travel experience.  We were traveling on two different itineraries and were each entitled to a hotel room.  I was offered the Best Western; I asked if there were other options and was given the choice between two different Marriotts or a Crowne Plaza.  Philip, as Gold Medallion, was offered the Best Western or nothing.  So, we went with the airport Marriott.  (No clue what he would have been offered if he was Silver or had no status.  I imagine a spot under a freeway underpass!)  We also each received $20 in meal vouchers.

We headed out to find the shuttle for the Marriott.  It ran every fifteen minutes and we were quickly on our way and checking into the hotel.  It was a nice-enough hotel and room, even if the guestrooms were really quite small; but, in an airport hotel, where guests are usually there for just one night, that is not so important.

Small, but quite adequate, accommodations at the Atlanta Airport Marriott

A Day of Flying

Our rebooked flight was at 08:10 the next morning, so, by the time we got to the room, there was not much time for sleep.  05:30 Saturday morning was time to rise and shine.  We were to the airport by seven, quickly through security (thanks to Pre-Check), and getting a quick bite to tide us over until breakfast was served on the plane, using one of the meal vouchers the Delta agent had given us.

Boarding was on-time and without issue.  We were traveling in Business on a 767 with an international configuration; though it was not Delta’s updated cabin, which has lie-flat seats.  The footrests and in-flight-entertainment were nice to have, the latter especially, since the international configuration meant no Internet onboard.

The flight was nice, with an attentive crew, a pretty-okay breakfast, and IFE to keep us occupied.  The flight was quite choppy from about two thirds of the way in until its end.  At some points the chop was bad enough that the flight attendants were ordered to their jump-seats.

Breakfast on Delta

We landed in San Francisco perfectly on-time and our next flight was out of the gate just across from our arriving gate.  I was upgraded to Detroit and also to BWI; Philip was upgraded Detroit to BWI but not the first leg, so he needed to get something to eat, again with those handy Delta meal vouchers.

Boarding was an absolute mob scene, for who-knows-why.  Eventually we boarded, settled in, and it was time to fly.  The flight was uneventful, except for the two idiots who sat across the aisle from me and talked to each other at such a level that other passengers two and three rows up asked them to please not talk so loudly.  It did not work.  Even with a noise-canceling headset on I could still follow their “conversation,”  dreadful and boorish as it was.

Lunch on Delta

We made it into Detroit and set out on the sprint to our connecting gate; we had just 37 minutes to make it to the flight to Baltimore.  When we arrived at the gate about ten minutes later, the flight had already boarded, so we quickly got on and found our seats.  We pushed off of the gate about ten minutes early and were likewise early getting in.  We found our shuttle to the BWI Doubletree, checked in, and ordered up some room service, which was surprisingly good.

Doubletree BWI

Beating Hurricane Sandy Home

The following morning we slept in a little and then had breakfast at the hotel before checking out, getting to the car, and heading home.  Hurricane Sandy was set to hit so we stopped by for groceries and provisions, and we were home before the rain began.

Again, even though there were delays and missed connections, the end-goal was achieved:  the accumulation of qualifying miles.  For me, the trip netted me 5294 qualifying miles and 11,912 redeemable miles, and all for $170.  Not too bad.  And, for Philip, including our booked trips, he’ll requalify for Gold.  Also not too bad!

[Really] Going Nowhere, Part Three: An Aborted Trip to SF

For the second of my three mileage runs out to the West Coast I would be going solo, with Philip headed to Alabama for that weekend.  As with the other two, I would go out of Baltimore.  I was on the same flights outbound as the week before, so BWI to Salt Lake, and into San Francisco.  On the way back I was supposed to fly through Minneapolis the next day.  But, sometimes the best set plans are laid to waste.

 

We boarded and pushed back on-time at BWI, just to sit in a holding area for about 90 minutes because of incoming weather.  This all made me certain that I’d miss my connection and have to overnight in Salt Lake.  The flight was good, as was the crew.  I even had an FA that had been on the same flight the week before.  We landed and I rushed over to my connecting gate, just to find that the flight would not go “until at least midnight.”

 

As it was I would have gotten into SFO at about eleven, overnight for a few hours, and then be on the 7:30 flight to MSP the next morning.  This would mean that I would be at the hotel for about two hours.  The thought was not appealing at all.

 

When I originally thought I would miss my flight to SFO I had checked hotels in Salt Lake.  There were plenty.  Knowing this, I asked the gate agent to put me on a flight out of Salt Lake the following morning and I would just overnight on my own dime.  She put me on the morning non-stop into National airport and I went to the hotel to get a little sleep.

 

All is well that ends well, and this ended up even better than well:  I got to fly back into DCA, saving myself the hassle of trying to get in from Baltimore, and even got a full night’s sleep in Salt Lake.  Next up:  the final mileage run of the year, back to SFO.

Going Nowhere, Part Two: A Quick Mileage Run to San Francisco

The Planning

In early September, the drive to keep up my Delta Diamond status was in full swing.  I was scouring message boards, toying with possible itineraries, and trying to figure out a path to pile on an additional 50,000 flight miles onto my account balance.

During a quick lunchtime glance over at flyertalk.com, I spotted a $170 roundtrip fare from BWI to San Francisco.  I quickly bought three of them and alerted Philip, in case he wanted to join in on any of the trips.  He decided to buy the first and the last run.

For this trip, we would fly out of BWI on a Friday afternoon, connect in Salt Lake, get to San Francisco just before midnight.  We would overnight in Burlingame, which is very near the airport, and fly out at lunchtime Saturday.  Our return flight would be through Minneapolis.  That would put us back into BWI at about eleven at night, so we opted for a hotel near the airport, and to drive home Sunday.

Getting There

The problem with flying out of BWI is BWI:  it is a horrible airport, it is not easy to get to, and the security lines there are often ridiculous.  Because traffic and all of the other logistics are so unpredictable, we have to leave so early:  for our 17:50 flight we left home at 14:00.  By comparison, if we were to have a similarly-timed flight out of National we would leave a full two hours later.

At any rate, Friday afternoon traffic gets thick early, and we encountered about thirty miles of stop-and-go along I-95.  We arrived to the parking garage by about half past three, to the terminal about ten minutes later, and were airside by four o’clock, just under 90 minutes before boarding.

We hung out in the American Express affiliate lounge for a few minutes and then went for food.  At BWI, Delta flies out of Concourse D, where there are only two real options for sit-down food.  We opted for the Green Turtle, which I recommend if you like over-priced beverages and/or over-salt food.

Before long it was time to board.  Looking at the upgrade screen, I was number one with one seat left.  At the last minute my upgrade cleared to Salt Lake City; my upgrade from Salt Lake to San Francisco had cleared almost a week earlier.  For Philip, he was in the back to Salt Lake but upgraded to San Francisco.

The flight to Salt Lake was uneventful and got us in just a few minutes early, so we had a couple of minutes in the SkyClub there.  It was pouring rain in Salt Lake but that did not delay us and we got into San Francisco and to the hotel just fine; exhausted, but fine.

A Few Hours in Burlingame Before the Flight

Saturday morning we had breakfast at the hotel, packed our things, and then, with an hour before we needed to go to the airport, decided to take a walk along the Bay Shore.  The weather was perfect and it was a really nice break.

Plane on final approach into SFO

Looking out across San Francisco Bay

Lagoon shot, near the hotel

Geese, taking flight

Flying Back East

Before we left for the airport TripIt was telling me that our flight was delayed, due to a mechanical.  With a 75-minute connection in Minneapolis, I was a bit concerned so I phoned Delta.  I felt reassured, as our inbound aircraft had left MSP and it seemed likely that the delay would be minimal.

The airport was very quiet Saturday morning and, after a quick visit to the SkyClub (it’s landside at SFO), we breezed through security and found our gate.  Looking at the upgrade list, I saw that I was number two, with just one seat:  certainly I would not clear.  So, we got some sandwiches for the flight and boarded.

Our flight landed with about 45 minutes to spare, so we headed directly to the connecting gate, which was all the way across the airport (of course).  My upgrade for this leg had already cleared, and Philip’s cleared just as we boarded.  Nice.

We landed at BWI, found the shuttle stop, and were soon at the BWI Hilton.  Another long day, but productive:  we each earned almost 5000 qualifying miles and I earned over 11,000 flight miles.

Our hotel at BWI

View from our room:  planes landing into BWI

An Afternoon in Baltimore

Sunday morning we had a nice breakfast in the hotel, shuttled over to the car, and headed into the city for a quick look at the art museum there.  There was a Baltimore Ravens game in town that afternoon and the city was a total zoo and basically a sea of purple jerseys.

On the way to the art museum we stopped by Federal Hill to have a look out over the city.

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

Flag atop Federal Hill, in the style of 1812

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Downtown Baltimore

View from Federal Hill, across the Inner Harbor, of Fells Point

Looking westward from Federal Hill, at the Ravens Stadium

Philip stands before the Baltimore skyline

Panorama shot of the skyline from Federal Hill

The park atop Federal Hill

Random street on Federal Hill, with homes from the 1700s

We were at the museum and sculpture garden for half an hour before deciding to head to our final stop:  G & M, for crab cakes.  Yummy!

Façade of the Baltimore Art Museum

Philip poses with an iron rabbit

In the sculpture garden

This ghoulish little number looks like she is conniving

Fountain in the sculpture garden

The pièce de résistance:  G & M crab cake

After our late lunch it was time to head home.  Unlike on the way up, there was no traffic and we made it home in about 45 minutes.

Trip Thoughts

What’s to say?  It was an easy overnight to the West Coast.  I managed upgrades on three of the four legs (Philip swung two).  We enjoyed a nice walk along San Francisco bay, had a gorgeous afternoon in Baltimore, and finished up with some tasty crab cakes.  Oh, and I earned more miles toward that goal of 125,000!