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| That's the packing and prep done, now we can start the travelling. |
The apartment is clean, the fridge is kinda empty, there's a cardboard box for the tenants to put our mail in.
Our bags are zipped and padlocked for the last time.
Now there is just time to sit in the departure lounge listening to Simon cough (because he finally came down with the respiratory tract infection that has knocked me around for the last 3 weeks), and wondering why the Bluetooth keyboard won't talk to the iPad.
Is this a harbinger of future tech snags and gear failures?
And there might be a problem getting our Tibet visas .....
The joys of travel.
What's your worst departure experience?
Hope Simon recovers quickly (along with any affected fellow passengers).
ReplyDeleteI have a few entries for worst departure but I'll go with buying a ticket to fly to Hamburg from London and realising when I had a close look that I had barely enough time to get to the airport and still hadn't even packed. Decided to give it a go, got home threw everything in a backpack and got to London Bridge station to find the next Heathrow express would get to the airport just after the flight left. Jumped on the next train heading in the general direction, jumped off at Clapham junction to find a Heathrow train at the next platform. Arrived at the airport (during Kuwait invasion / first Iraq war) to extra security, so checked in just after the flight closed but they let me go to the gate with my luggage just in case it was delayed. Had to scan my whole luggage not just hand luggage as still carrying it and had a can of milo to deliver to an Aussie friend at the very bottom so everything had to come out for an inspection. Stuffed everything back in and ran to the gate. Anticlimax- passengers milling around waiting for delayed flight - made it!
Mad me remember a few others - should write these up on my blog....