We were on or way to Pittsburg PA, to visit an old Aunt that was getting old and wanted to see us before she passed on. We were never close, but most of her other relatives had passed on some time ago. Once she had money and a place in society, now she was all alone.
The pilot had just announced that we were about to land and we should fasten our seat belts. The next thing we knew we were on the ground, As we departed the Air Plane, a band was playing and people were waving flags and cheering. Later we had learned that a convicted killer had been captured and was being returned, so he could be hung. There was no explanation given for not landing in Pittsburg and no other flight out of there for several days, until the celebration of the hanging was over.
The Air Line had landed in the North West Territories, at a place called Pangnirtung, in the Cumberland sound area. Since we would be there for a few days, we decided to take a boat tour around the harbor of Cumber-land sound. But we had missed that tour boat. There wasn’t much to see here, There was a general store, a fish cannery, a bar, and a small place to eat. With a number of fishing boats in the harbor. We were told that there was an small Island just off shore. That people used as a park. There was some hot pools and a place to eat a lunch, but you would have to bring the lunch with you.
The café fixed us a lunch, it was a couple of fish sandwiches, a couple of hard boiled eggs that were still moving, a strange smelling pickle and a some kind of fruit that I had never seen before, and a bottle of wine.
We rented a small boat with ores and was going to go on a picnic there., I got into the boat first and sat in the bow. She sat in the seat where the ores were. Just a few yards off shore the wind came up and the old girl lost an ore and we were set a drift. The small boat drifted for a time and landed on an island covered with snow and ice. It was a warm day, some where between grass growing and freezing. We searched for a tree or another place for our picnic. Time was passing quickly and we decided to just set down and eat, I was starving. That ice was really cold and we had to stand to eat.
After eating lunch, we started back to where the small boat was parked, there was no boat there, in fact, that part of this island was missing.
That was when we noticed we were moving, We were drifting south and as time went on, the island got smaller and smaller. They found us the following morning and took us on board a ship that was carrying oil. The smell was sickening. Sever hours later, the ship had docked and the Captain came to see us, he wanted to see our pass ports. and ask for passage money. What ever nationality he was, we sure didn’t understand each other,
The port authorities took us in tow and were asking a lot of questions that we couldn’t answer. A man from the US Consulate came to talk with us, and we told him our story, but he didn’t believe a word we said, The Air Line that we flew on was called to verify part of the story, but said they had never heard of us, They didn’t want to admit that they had made a miss judgment and landed in the Northwest Territory, instead of Pittsburg. PA.
After several weeks, we were deported and sent back to Chicago in the USA. We finally got things straighten out and went home. They took our passports away, but that was okay, we don’t plan on doing anymore traveling.
The old Aunt had passed on and since were the next of kin, we started to receive bills for all of her debts that she owed.
The moral of this story is: If you are going to take a trip, Ride the Bus.
By: Ben R.
Aug, 21, 2011
The pilot had just announced that we were about to land and we should fasten our seat belts. The next thing we knew we were on the ground, As we departed the Air Plane, a band was playing and people were waving flags and cheering. Later we had learned that a convicted killer had been captured and was being returned, so he could be hung. There was no explanation given for not landing in Pittsburg and no other flight out of there for several days, until the celebration of the hanging was over.
The Air Line had landed in the North West Territories, at a place called Pangnirtung, in the Cumberland sound area. Since we would be there for a few days, we decided to take a boat tour around the harbor of Cumber-land sound. But we had missed that tour boat. There wasn’t much to see here, There was a general store, a fish cannery, a bar, and a small place to eat. With a number of fishing boats in the harbor. We were told that there was an small Island just off shore. That people used as a park. There was some hot pools and a place to eat a lunch, but you would have to bring the lunch with you.
The café fixed us a lunch, it was a couple of fish sandwiches, a couple of hard boiled eggs that were still moving, a strange smelling pickle and a some kind of fruit that I had never seen before, and a bottle of wine.
We rented a small boat with ores and was going to go on a picnic there., I got into the boat first and sat in the bow. She sat in the seat where the ores were. Just a few yards off shore the wind came up and the old girl lost an ore and we were set a drift. The small boat drifted for a time and landed on an island covered with snow and ice. It was a warm day, some where between grass growing and freezing. We searched for a tree or another place for our picnic. Time was passing quickly and we decided to just set down and eat, I was starving. That ice was really cold and we had to stand to eat.
After eating lunch, we started back to where the small boat was parked, there was no boat there, in fact, that part of this island was missing.
That was when we noticed we were moving, We were drifting south and as time went on, the island got smaller and smaller. They found us the following morning and took us on board a ship that was carrying oil. The smell was sickening. Sever hours later, the ship had docked and the Captain came to see us, he wanted to see our pass ports. and ask for passage money. What ever nationality he was, we sure didn’t understand each other,
The port authorities took us in tow and were asking a lot of questions that we couldn’t answer. A man from the US Consulate came to talk with us, and we told him our story, but he didn’t believe a word we said, The Air Line that we flew on was called to verify part of the story, but said they had never heard of us, They didn’t want to admit that they had made a miss judgment and landed in the Northwest Territory, instead of Pittsburg. PA.
After several weeks, we were deported and sent back to Chicago in the USA. We finally got things straighten out and went home. They took our passports away, but that was okay, we don’t plan on doing anymore traveling.
The old Aunt had passed on and since were the next of kin, we started to receive bills for all of her debts that she owed.
The moral of this story is: If you are going to take a trip, Ride the Bus.
By: Ben R.
Aug, 21, 2011
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