Aeroflot Disaster
On a trip involving over 20 flights, there was always a possibility that something might go wrong. It went spectacularly wrong in Tbilisi as we checked in to Aeroflot for out flight to Tashkent via Moscow. The check-in clerk informed us that as we were a 'no show' on a Yerevan-Moscow flight our entire ticked had been cancelled. There was no booking from Tbilisi to Moscow on their system.
Last December I had changed the itinerary from Yerevan to Tiblisi and payed a hefty penalty for doing so. I did this so that we could include Iran in the trip. It appears that something went wrong in Aeroflot's central computer system and the change was not recorded. The desk clerk was unable to see the logic of our argument that on Aeroflot's app on my phone we were booked Tashkent not Yerevan. He wasn't impressed that I had an email from Aeroflot inviting me to check in online from Tbilisi to Moscow which I had done. He wasn't impressed that Aeroflot had logged and accepted my seat selection. Aeroflot's main computer said we were supposed to fly from Yerevan and that was all there was to it.
We were then passed up the line to the Aeroflot rep who seemed somewhat confused as to why we were being refused on the flight. First she said we had been no-shows. Then she said that the payment for the change had not gone through. Then she said our ticket number for the tblisi Moscow flight was for another flight. No argument would budge her. We had a stark choice. Walk away and try to sort another means of getting to Tashkent or pay the ' It's 30 minutes from flight time and we can charge what we like' rate. We chose the latter. We're putting it down to the thrills and spills of travel and hoping we can sort it out when we get back to New Zealand. I'm just hoping we don't have another 'taxi driver' situation and the Aeroflot cabin crew don't demand more money before we can disembark at Moscow.
We landed in a sunny Moscow and once through passport and security made our way to an Aeroflot desk to do battle on the flight refusal. The first man spoke almost no English but semed to sympathise. He spent about 20 minutes on the phone about our problem sighing and saying the odd 'da'. He then looked sadly at us and suggested we go downstairs to the main Aeroflot ticket office. He could do nothing. Downstairs it was bedlam. A group going to Tel Aviv had obviously had their flight cancelled or missed a connection. They were incandescent with rage and a supervisor had to be called to calm things down. Some Japanese lads had arrived at their gate too late and seemed gobsmacked that the staff couldn't reverse their bad decisions and somehow get them on a flight that had already departed. They asked if they could stay in a hotel near the airport. The Aeroflot lady waved them away with a "sure" I hadn't the heart to tell them that they couldn't leave the airside area unless they had multiple entry visa. I sincerely hope they had.
We arrived in the midst of all this chaos. The Aeroflot rep struggled with our problem inbetween dealing with angry passengers who interrupted her. Eventually, she reached a dead end and had to call a supervisor. This was a lady of breathtaking coldness and rudeness. She wouldn't deal directly with us, only her underling and when I tried to provide some information she swatted me away like an annoying fly. She disappeared and emerged 10 minutes later. She had a piece of printed paper in her hand. She barked a few sentences in Russian to her harassed underling, screwed up the paper and disappeared back to her office. We were informed that there was no Tbilisi flight for us in their system and no payment had been made on the flights. I politely pointed out that it seemed unikely that I would be issued an e ticked and invited to check in and reserve my seat if I'd failed to pay. She looked at me with a look that said "You really believe I'm interested in your problem, don't you? I'm not, so please go away".
We had reached a brick wall and decided retreat was the best option. We had spent 90 minutes bashing our heads so it was time for a rest. We went to a cafe for sustenance. Gill wanted a croissant. She asked for butter but the till man just looked at her. No butter then. She went to get a knife to cut it, but the cutlery box was guarded by a waitress who seemed annoyed that someone wanted to take an implement from it. The final indignity came after we boarded the plane. The Aeroflot check -in at Tbilisi had assured us our seat location was unchanged from my choice when I checked in online. It wasn't. Gill and I were on either side of the aisle in different rows. The Spanish woman next to Gill took pity on us and organised a complicated musical chairs at the end of which Gill and I were beside one another.