Ahhhhh August. Or as we're calling it here - Fogust or Augember or Fogagedon or Augtober. Maybe just call it "Summer in Newfoundland". Anyway you look at it, it makes enjoying our beautiful province a bit of a challenge. Twitter has been buzzing with all the different words to describe our weather. We're certainly not short of creativity although I have to give credit where credit is due - "Fogust" is also trending out there on the other side of the country.
Hats off to our exceptionally, resilient travellers though - Or maybe hats on! Today is just one of those days. Pea Soup has nothing on our fog today and the airport has become something closer to a waiting room.
Just a little while ago I was helping a large group of people as they struggled to get all of their luggage into the hotel. I mentioned how tough it was, lugging around all the bags and that they looked like they could use some help. As I'm holding the door, one of them says those words that we all dread. "Our flight was cancelled". Turns out that they were on their way back from the airport where they had learned that our weather had gotten the better of them. We chat some more as the front desk team tries to hurriedly figure out where we can put them. It's madness as the phone rings off the hook. People need rooms, people cancel rooms, people need to stay. Pure craziness!
In the end though, keys in hand they head back upstairs to rest and relax. That's when you hear it. One of them turns to the other and says, "I guess we just weren't supposed to leave".
And even with all the nuisance and frustration, they really didn't sound unhappy! Just point them in the direction of George Street.