Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago
As we waited at our gate in the Miami airport I talked with the gate agent. She said that since we did not have a transit ticket we should be allowed to stay on the plane in Port of Spain.
Once we were on the plane in our seats I noticed we had a reasonable amount of legroom. The seat in front of me was about four inches from my knees; pretty good for coach. I turned around and saw an exit row was completely empty. I asked if we could switch to those seats, but I was told no. There was some sort of a problem with the exit window. The flight attendant did offer the row in front of the exit row. It was completely empty too.
Leslie and I switched. As soon as we did, the lady that had been seated beside Leslie, had her friend come sit with her. As soon as we sat down we saw the error of our ways. The seat in front of me was touching my knees. The top of the seat was within four or five inches of my face. Our seats would not recline because of the exit row behind us. That soured our attitude and made for a long flight.
Our attitude took a turn for the worse when we landed at Port of Spain and we found out we would have to disembark, go through security again, and then get back on the same plane. Not having a transit ticket made the experience even worse. The attendant had to hand write a ticket for each of us. We took our tickets, went through security, then sat in the waiting area. The one good thing was we got our original seats back.
We arrived in Guyana at 21:45 and made it home at 23:00, a long day of travel.