Air Canada flight 10 landed about 20 minutes late at Calgary, and those of us continuing onto Toronto on AC10 disembarked, went through customs (no matter how friendly I try to be, I always piss the Canadian customs guys off—this time it was answering “I live there” when asked what I was doing in Japan), picked up our bags, went through the final customs line and then checked-in again. The woman at the connecting flights check-in booth then told me where to go:
The gate was B23, but the security gate was A, due to construction. Her directions: go out the door, turn right, go up the escalator. I went out the door, was forced to turn left due to a partition, looked right, saw no escalator, saw all the ‘connecting flights’ signs pointing left, saw an escalator on the left, and got fucking confused.
There were no airport information staff, and the Calgary whitehat volunteers were nowhere to be seen (there were three of them right when we got off the plane—not sure why, because there’s only one way to go from there). I followed a couple of women I recognized from my flight, and managed to find an escalator waaaaayyyyyy down to the right eventually, which led me to the correct security gate. I’m shocked that the non-native speakers made it to the connecting flight, but they did somehow.
I got to the security gate, got through without setting off any alarms—I was told by the guy in the army surplus store in London, England that my boots were hard-toe but not steel-toe. He was wrong, and I set off the metal detector at Narita.
One thing about this kind of half-assed direct flight is that my itinerary made no mention of the boarding or departure time from Calgary. So until I got to the gate, I had no idea how long I had to, well, get to the gate. In the end, it was a good thing I didn’t stop to use a vending machine or anything, because we boarded almost right away.