The flight landed....the CDC has a “Quarantine Station” at SFO...let’s hope it works.
https://www.flightradar24.com/data/flights/cz659
https://www.flightradar24.com/data/flights/cz659#23a4ca97
https://www.cdc.gov/quarantine/stations/san-francisco.html
Lets hope they, the flight crew and the healthcare workers are all quarantined.
Actually, SFO had a pretty good “ Quarantine Station and people a couple of decades ago.
My wife and I spent 10 days in the Devon England area, sight seeing having fisherman lunches in pubs and the same for dinner at 3 times the priced.
I fly fished due to some ancestral connections.
On my way back from fly fishing one evening (close to 10 pm with the day light savings time), and I saw a dead cow near the fence cross over. On my way back to our B&B, a Warden came up asked me how the fishing was. I said good for me and not the dead cow. He nearly panicked. I insured him that him that I stayed up stream and away from the dead cow.
He wanted to see my id and fishing license. I gave him my visitor fishing license and told him to keep it and my business card for US data. He thanked me and suggested that I put the waders and wader boots and belt in a heavy duty plastic bag. Then, he gave me one to use. I put my waders in it after they dried on the balcony. Later I checked them at Heath-row with the rest of our luggage.
We caught a plane back to the states, and the ticket guys wanted to see my fishing flies and wanted to know how the fishing flies worked. I told them.
My wife was watching and listening to this and when I walked away with her to board, she said, “That was rather intent questioning. I said that they were fly fishers and bored with what they had to do. I was good break in their day. She gave me that look of, “What have you done now?”
After landing, we went to the luggage area to pickup our bags, there were two guys standing by the plastic bag with my waders on a cart.
They introduced themselves as something to do with agriculture protection.
Next they asked me if the bag was mine and what was in it. I told them. They had a grim look, and I told them, “Take it, I don’t need it anymore.
They smiled and relaxed, and my wife and I left.
A week later, UPS brought new replacements for the waders, boots and gear and a thank you note.
We found out that the cow had died from Mad Cow disease.
The Brits and our farm/ag guys at SFO were glad to have a cooperative guy.
I thought they quarantined the city. How are there flights leaving ?