The Worst Travel Day Ever


When I first started travelling, my priority was to see the world for as little as possible.

I used to book my hostels by sorting them by the lowest price and picking the cheapest dorm, no matter how bad the reviews were. At the time, I was travelling off my savings and I reasoned that a bed was a bed — if I spent $5 a night instead of $10 for a month, I’d have an extra $300 by the end of it, which would then give me another full month of travelling and staying at $5 a night hostels.

Unsurprisingly, that quickly grew old and I learned about the importance of value when you travel.

Sure, I could save money and travel for longer by choosing the cheapest accommodation I could find, but if I wasn’t happy, was it really worth it?

I quickly found this extreme form of budget travel wasn’t great for my health. Nights in crappy dorm rooms led to poor sleep, frequent illnesses, and increased stress levels, and I was nearly always staying on the outskirts of a city.

All of that combined meant that although I was saving a ton of money, I wasn’t actually enjoying travel and I was seeing far less of the places I visited — I was always too tired or too sick or too far away to work up the motivation to explore.

pokemon bed covers in taiwan
The type of bed I used to sleep in

A few years ago, I swore off this way of travelling.

And for the most part, I’ve stuck with it. I now spend months at a time in cities, choosing to stay in Airbnb apartments rather than cheap hostels, and when I do opt for a hostel, I choose the highest-rated one I can find. I will always pay more for a flight than I used to, justifying that leaving and arriving at a reasonable time and not having to deal with a series of long layovers are worth the extra couple of hundred dollars.

In the South Pacific, though? It wasn’t quite so easy.

I’ll probably write a post about how to plan a trip to the South Pacific at some point, because it was so goddamn hard.

Many of the countries are not super-popular tourist destinations, and because most people only visit one country per trip rather than many, getting around is a pain in the ass. Direct flights are near-impossible to find, so most of the flights I looked at included a layover in Australia or New Zealand, giving me a 24-hour travel day. If you find a direct flight, or an affordable flight, it can run as infrequently as once every other week. You get the idea — island hopping in this part of the world is tricky.

So there I was in Bora Bora and I needed to get to Oaxaca, in Mexico.

Oaxaca was waiting

What followed was easily the worst travel day of my life.

And I’m calling it a travel day, but it actually took five days for me to get to Mexico. My journey involved three nights sleeping on different airport floors, and I travelled by pickup truck, catamaran, many planes, taxis, and collectivos. Oh, and to top it off, I got two ear infections and a sinus infection mid-way through the journey.

Here’s how it went down.

bora bora view

Leg One: Bora Bora to Tahiti

I started off slow and easy.

A pickup truck took me from my guesthouse in Bora Bora to the main ferry terminal in Vaitape, where I boarded the Air Tahiti catamaran shuttle to the airport island. From there, I jumped on a tiny plane and made my way back to Tahiti.

Stopover One: Six hours in Papeete Airport

My next flight didn’t leave until six hours after I landed.

Tahiti Airport is small and basic, and it’s all open-air before security. There were a few cafes, some uncomfortable chairs, a Polynesian drum circle at the entrance, and no power outlets. I’d planned on getting some work done at the airport, but it was so humid and noisy that I ended up sitting on Facebook until my battery ran out.

Leg Two: Tahiti to Auckland

I had to cross the International Date Line on my flight from Tahiti and so my five-hour flight arrived in New Zealand 29 hours after leaving.

Stopover Two: Ten Hours in Auckland

It was 11 p.m. in Auckland and my flight to Fiji was at 9 a.m., so I made the excellent decision to spend the night sleeping at the airport. It made sense at the time: airport hotels were expensive, and travelling into the city and back to stay somewhere cheaper felt like a waste of time. Given that I never manage to sleep when I need to wake up early for a flight anyway, I figured I might as well just stay where I was.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been as cold as I was when sleeping on that floor.

The icy air conditioning was on full blast and the floor was made of these weird tiles that refused to warm up, no matter how long I sat on them. After an hour of shivering, I took out every single item of clothing I had in my backpack and put them all on. Because I chase summer around the world and do everything I can to avoid winters, this was basically just t-shirts and shorts, with bikinis draped over me as a blanket.

No matter what I did, I could not stop shivering.

It was grim, I never managed to warm myself up, and I ended up trying to sleep on top of my backpack, which was about as comfortable as it sounds.

I did not get any sleep that night.

Flying over Nadi

Leg Three: Auckland to Nadi

It was time to go to Fiji!

And here’s where I confess that this ridiculous travel day was sort-of partially my fault. You see, I’d originally booked two weeks in Fiji, so the flight from Bora Bora didn’t seem all that bad at the time.

But I was exhausted. I’d been travelling around the South Pacific reasonably quickly over the past month and I’d realised I was dreading the rest of the trip. That’s never a good sign, so I decided to turn my planned time in Fiji to a quick layover and get myself to Mexico as quickly as possible. I had about a dozen friends currently living there, and Dave had just arrived in town, so nothing sounded more appealing than dumping my plans into the lagoon and jumping on the next flight over there.

Stopover 3: 48 Hours in Nadi

I gave myself a 48 hour layover in Nadi and I’m embarrassed to say I saw nothing.

I came down with a cold on the flight to Nadi and I was unwell throughout my entire stay. I’d treated myself to a fancy resort stay in town and I’m so grateful I did, because I didn’t have to leave the walls of my sanctuary. I ate all of my meals there, I read books beside the pool, and I tried to sleep as much as possible.

I’m disappointed I didn’t get a chance to see more than the slightest glimpse of Fiji, but I knew that if I’d forced myself outside to explore, I’d have ended up feeling worse.

My priority had to be getting better as quickly as possible, because I had an awful flight coming up shortly.

Leg Four: Nadi to Los Angeles

Oh god.

My eleven hour overnight flight to Los Angeles was horrendous, but it still wasn’t the worst flight I took on this jaunt.

I left Nadi at 10 p.m. and arrived at Los Angeles at midday, local time. Overnight flights, man. They’re awful for sleep at the best of times, but my cold was rapidly turning into an ear infection and I spent much of the flight in agony.

I landed in the U.S. exhausted, unbelievably jetlagged, and ready to just get to Oaxaca already to recover.

Lauren is tired
This is the selfie I sent Dave when I arrived in L.A. So much life in my eyes!

Stepover Four: Twelve Hours at LAX

Not so fast!

My next flight left in twelve hours, at around midnight.

What have I done? I wondered over and over and over that day.

I felt like I was dying, but I didn’t feel like I had any option but to get on my flight. Sure, I could have cancelled it all, headed into the city, and stayed in a nice hotel until I recovered, but I really wanted to get to Mexico. I didn’t want to stretch out this travel day any further.

It turned out that, yet again, LAX was all about the air conditioning. My options were to either try to sleep in the freezing cold terminal with flight announcements booming out every few minutes, or to sleep outside with all my bags, which didn’t really feel like the safest option.

I balanced precariously on top of my backpack and fought as hard as I could to sleep.

I failed.

Leg Five: Los Angeles to Mexico City

When I boarded my four hour flight to Mexico City, I had never felt so jetlagged before in my life. So tired. So drained. So awful.

At this point, I had no idea that I had two ear infections and a sinus infection on top of not being able to sleep for 24+ hours, on top of being jetlagged as hell.

Yes, a red eye flight was just what my body needed. A flight from midnight to 4 a.m. 

Stopover Five: Six Hours in Mexico City

As I stood in line for immigration, having not slept at all on the flight, I was convinced I was going to pass out. My head was pounding, my vision was blurry, my ears and face were full of pressure, and all I wanted was to be in Oaxaca.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be a popular time for flights to arrive in Mexico City and I had to stand for over an hour until I reached the front of the queue. Several times, I almost called out for help, because I felt so close to fainting.

It was a great sigh of relief that I made it through immigration without making anyone think I had zika and was finally in Mexico. With six hours until my next flight, I needed to find somewhere immediately to sleep. And I really didn’t care where.

The quietest place I could find was a luggage scale at a row of check-in desks that weren’t being used. And guess what? Those luggage scales were freezing. Because of course they were.

For the third time, I took all of my clothes out of my backpack, put everything on, and failed to sleep because I was trembling so violently.

I would have cried, but I was too dehydrated to even produce tears.

Leg Six: Mexico City to Oaxaca

An hour-long flight to Oaxaca, a collectivo to the apartment Dave had found for us, an enormous hug, and the deepest sleep of my life.

And then a trip to the doctor.

Could I Have Done Anything Differently?

This was one of the worst travel experiences of my life, but I’m not sure there was much I could have changed about it.

I could have booked a flight to Los Angeles from Tahiti when I decided to cancel my Fiji trip, but the dates didn’t work out price-wise. It would have cost me $2000 to fly there direct and when you combined that with the $1000 I’d lose when I cancelled my flight via Nadi, I wasn’t going to throw away that much money.

I could have cancelled my flight from Nadi to LA, or from LA to Mexico City, seen a doctor, and claimed the money back from my travel insurance, but at the time, I thought it was just a cold. I would have had to have proven to them that I wasn’t able to fly, and I didn’t want to deal with the hassle of making an insurance claim.

In fact, the only thing I think I could have done differently (and wish I had done) was to book an airport hotel in Auckland, and to also book a hotel in Los Angeles for my twelve hours there.

Travel is Glamorous

I like to show the crappy side of travel because so many people have a vision of my life as being this perfect world where I flit from beautiful place to spectacular view. But the reality is, I have bad days just as much as I did when I wasn’t travelling — and in fact, they’re usually so much more worse when you travel, because you’re alone, you rarely speak the language, and getting from place to place can be ridiculously stressful. Plus, being sick while you travel is always the worst.

So there you have it: the beautifully imperfect reality of my travels.

Sometimes it’s amazing, like the time I spent in beautiful Bora Bora, and sometimes it just plain sucks.


And now it’s over to you! Tell me what your absolute worst travel day was like in the comments!


  1. August 22, 2016

    Wow, that is *awful*. I’m so sorry you had to endure such a terrible series of days. To be candid, this type of thing is my worst nightmare for traveling with my children. :( I will remember that it isn’t worth it to sleep in an airport (well, 6 hour layover doesn’t give you time to actually leave and sleep somewhere). While I have to budget carefully, I don’t even consider anything with a 24 hour travel time worth the savings (at least for a destination that is only 8-12 hours away by plane).

  2. August 22, 2016

    My worst travel day was when I flew to NZ from London. The company I worked for at the time would only allow me two weeks off work and the other friends I was going with had three, so firstly I had to make the long trip there on my own.

    Secondly I had a 6-hour wait in Kuala Lumpur after my initial 13-hour flight. Then I had another 13-hour flight to Auckland.

    Thirdly, as my friends had already spent a week on the north island before I arrived, we were heading straight to the south Island once I got there. So I arrived in Auckland, met my friends and then waited another few hours for a flight to Christchurch (for some reason we couldn’t fly direct to Queenstown).

    When we arrived in Christchurch we had another few hours to wait before our flight to Queenstown. We were just about to land in Queenstown when our pilot announced that we couldn’t due to bad weather, and we were subsequently re-routed to Invercargil – the most southerly point on the south Island.

    From Invercargil we had a 3-hour bus journey back up to Queenstown.

    At the time I did actually calculate how many hours I’d been awake for, but I can’t for the life of me remember now. All I know is that it’s the one and only time in my life that I slept for 12 hours straight!!

  3. August 22, 2016

    That’s intense! Ha, when I started read the title of the post I couldn’t really fathom what it was about but a shockwave passed through me when I saw it took you such a long time to fly from one destination to the next! Suddenly the 19 hour flight I’m thinking of taking to India for a long weekend, doesn’t see so bad :)

    • August 23, 2016

      Right? It’s definitely made any future long-haul flights I take look easy and speedy in comparison!

  4. August 22, 2016

    I’m sorry to hear that your trip from Bora Bora to Oaxaca was so terrible. If it’s of any consolation, I’m also inexplicably afraid of bus travel and will opt for uncomfortable flights or trains any day (although I’m not sure a bus would get you too far in the South Pacific anyways).

    • August 23, 2016

      Oh, no way! I’ve yet to meet anyone who is/has been afraid of buses before :-)

  5. August 23, 2016

    Daaaang. That itinerary is horrific! Layovers are miserable, and I can’t imagine going through customs that many times. Like you said, though, I’m not sure what you could’ve done differently without forking over a ton of money.

    My longest travel day(s) ever was Singapore -> Birmingham, AL, but it sounds like a puddle jump compared to this!

  6. August 23, 2016

    That sounds horrible! On the bright side, you now know that you’re a superhero and can get through anything.

    • August 23, 2016

      Ha! I must confess that it feels good to know I’ll most likely never encounter a travel day as bad as this one again!

  7. Brian
    August 23, 2016

    I was on my way to Tangier from Malaga so I opted to catch the ferry; brought the ticket in advance. Big problem, the ferries from Tarifa were getting cancelled because of the weather and no one in the tourist industry wanted to give me any answers on whether the boats were leaving – cue verbal rant at the hostel upon departure. Took the risk and bused it to Tarifa, got lost but found my way – they like Aussies there a lot I learnt – and got told my boat ride had been cancelled but the next one was still going ahead. I was happy for one second before they asked for my ticket – website told me the ticket office would have it waiting for me – and then the second rant of the day went down; fortunately I know what ‘sorry’ is in Spanish. After much begging I convinced the forgiving woman to check the manifest – low and behold I was number one on the list. Passage was granted, I sat around with the WiFi and rowdy Spanish teenagers for company and I was soon on my way to Africa for the first time. Get off the boat and I fall into my first tourist trap and lost 400 dh for my troubles but thank blip the hostel was all right.

  8. August 23, 2016

    Just had one last week actually. After two weeks in Mongolia, I flew Ulaanbaatar to Seoul, had a long layover (so at least I got into the city), flew to Dallas, and then faced a terrible flight delay (15 hours), a night on the floor on my quick-dry travel towel (comfy – ha – why ARE those terminals so damn cold?), a flight to Chicago, and then a 12-hour drive. The good news: I got over the Asia-U.S. jet lag while killing time at D/FW!

    • August 23, 2016

      THEY’RE SO COLD! Ugh, that sounds like an awful experience, and especially the 12 hour drive at the end of it! I don’t know how you had the energy to do it.

  9. August 23, 2016

    Oh gosh that’s a crazily tough way to get to Mexico! And I thought my way home from Madrid –> Milan –> Helsinki –> Singapore were tough enough. I literally slept through 12 hours at the last leg haaa (and guy beside me at the window seat did not stand up to go toilet for an equally long duration OMG).

    Glad you recovered to tell the tale!

  10. August 23, 2016

    Oh, I have had so many of those days. It took me 48 hours to get back home from Uruguay – including a 15 hours layover in Miami and an 8 hours layover in London. But at least I had the good idea to get myself into the Admirals Lounge in Miami and could get some sleep, food and a much needed shower.

  11. August 23, 2016

    I have learnt the hard way that, at these times, I just have to accept the expense of airport hotels. And, did you know that office air conditioning temperatures are devised for men ( I bet it’s the same for airports!

    • June 3, 2017

      I had no idea! Interesting article :-)

  12. Oliver
    August 23, 2016

    We booked a Singapore airlines flight from Chicago to the Philippines because Singapore is just the best airline in the world, right? Well, it is the beets airline but we travelled with our twin sons who were 6 months old then and this was three months after September 11. The flight added several layovers from its original schedule because changes with air travel brought about by the tragedy. Going to The Philippines we had two more layovers and coming back to Chicago, we had three more. Plus our little boys were tired and crabby and crying all the way from Newark to Ohare. To the inconvenience of passengers and crew.
    Now they’re 15 years old and the easiest to travel with.

  13. August 24, 2016

    Ugh this sounds totally dreadful! I’m so sorry this all happened the way it did.

  14. August 24, 2016

    I did 48 hours between central China and Maui. I got through it by lots or water, exercise in the airport, and sleeping on the plane.

    I wonder about your trip and how much extra money you spent on the incidentals while en route to Oxaca. There had got to have been a more reasonable route, for more money, but without the pain and suffering.

    Lots of great lessons in your article.

    Great job!

  15. August 24, 2016

    Wow – what a horrible travel “day”. Hope you’re feeling better!

  16. August 25, 2016

    Oh no Lauren, what an awful day!
    I have also had an ear infection while flying so I know how much it sucks!

    My worst travel day was Auckland to LA, then LA to Toronto.

    I love Air NZ, but that was the worst flight ever. We were only allowed to get up once during the flight due to turbulence. Even the flight attendants had to remain seated and I saw two of them crying from fear.

    As a nervous flier that didn’t help!

    Then my time in LA was spent trying to find my lost luggage. During this time I got my first ever cold sore from stress which took over my face.

    When I finally got to Toronto my parents picked me up and immediately took me to a hospital because they thought I had flesh eating disease on my face.

    It was a stressful day haha!

  17. August 25, 2016

    I can’t choose between my worst travel day: it could be having to check out of our Hut in Fiji at 9 am and not being picked up by the boat until 4 pm. We had run out of sunscreen, I was having a fever and there was nowhere to lie down and be comfortable in the shade. Or when we had to spend an entire day in Christchurch airport (sleeping and being very cold as well!) because we had to use our pre-booked ticket from Christchurch to Sydney, even though it had become unnecessary because we had changed travel plans..

  18. Lulu
    August 26, 2016

    Aw man,that sucks!Glad you made it out!

  19. August 27, 2016

    That sounds awful, I can’t imagine how painful it must be to have an ear infection on a flight. I’ve made the decision to sleep in the airport a couple of times too and it’s never really worth it, now I always book a hotel. A few years ago I had an awful journey coming from Sagada in the Philippines to Taiwan, it started before dawn on a bus and ended over 24 hours later after hours of delays, stress, problems and sickness. Sometimes the actual travel part of travel really does suck!

  20. August 28, 2016

    Holy Crap!! How did you survive?? I would have dropped dead. Would a hoodie be to much of an extra, like the zip up kind? I am always cold. So I take a hoodie with me everywhere. Glad you got there safely and that you have an awesome time in Mexico.

  21. August 30, 2016

    For real though, how great was that sleep you got after finally being able to crawl into a bed?? That is the best feeling.

    I have had some horrible travel days, like getting stuck in nowhere Tibet because I could not get out of nowhere Tibet That one was awesome, but it was my own fault for being somewhere knowing that there was no regular transport.

    The most infuriating thing I have dealt with was that time I had a flight cancelled because of a Nor’Easter. Hey, it happens. But when calling to get my flight changed, I was on hold for something like eighteen hours. No joke. Laying on my couch, my phone on speaker on the couch arm, for eighteen hours. I had literally nothing else to do. I was not supposed to be home, there was a Nor’Easter outside my apartment, where was I going to go??

    I got disconnected once. I had a human being answer another time and I got so excited until she transferred me and back on hold I went.

    Oh and the hold music only had four different songs. Playing with static. Over and over and over. For eighteen hours.

    I finally got through and got the last seat available on the last fight the following day. Success!

  22. August 30, 2016

    Oh my Goodness, that’s some experience! Well, at least you’ll have something interesting to tell your grand-kids years from now. I suppose my worst experience does not even compare to yours. My most awful experience while traveling was wearing summer clothes in the Netherlands in April, when it was 10 degrees Celsius and raining non-stop and could not find one single store open to buy something warmer, because it was a holiday and they were all closed. :)

  23. September 4, 2016

    This did not sound like a fun travel time at all. I completely sympathize with sleeping on cold floors. I had a nine hour layover in San Francisco in the middle of the night a few years back and, like you, thought I would just sleep in the airport. I got a really lucky though. As I was moving about on the floor trying to get warm an off duty flight attendant came over and gave me two new still in package plane blankets! and they were full body ones to. With the blankets I managed to get a bit of sleep. That flight attendant was a life saver :)

  24. September 4, 2016

    I love your show of perseverance. Even something as truly awful like that couldn’t keep you down. Wow… what an experience.

  25. September 9, 2016

    You complain an awful lot. I wonder why you bother traveling at all when it always seems such a terrible ordeal and trial for you? The world is a beautiful place if only you’d stop bitching long enough to appreciate it!

    • September 9, 2016

      I’m confused. Looking through all of my posts over the last two years, I see maybe one other post that could be interpreted as me bitching about travel.

      Regardless, too few people write about the negatives as well as the positives of travel. I know that I used to beat myself up an awful lot when I first started travelling because I thought I was the only person to ever have stuff go wrong while they’re travelling — and I thought that because so many travel blogs only share the amazing aspects of their trips.

      If you think that I’m always complaining and bitching, feel free not to read! But I’m thanked several times a day by people for sharing a realistic view of travel, so I don’t plan on stopping. I’ve written many, many articles on how travel has changed my life and been the best thing I’ve ever done. That doesn’t mean that some aspects of it don’t suck from time to time.

  26. Not sure what it is about airports and their air conditioning. Either it is hot outside and freezing cold in the airport or otherwise it is freezing cold outside and still freezing cold in the airport. Being from Northern Europe I consider myself quite used to colder climate. But there are just nothing to compare that cold created by air conditioning. 5-10 degrees outside is usually easier to handle than an airport cold down to 20 degrees.

    Out of the airports I have slept at, then it is probably Stockholm Arlanda Airport here in Sweden that have been the best followed by the airport in Vienna. London Heathrow is the worst on my list.

  27. Morgan
    September 29, 2016

    I love your blog. My boyfriend and I have been travelling Asia for 9 months and have decided to go home and recharge for a month before continuing our travels. No one seems to understand how stressful travelling can be- it’s not a vacation at a 5 start resort! Thanks for showing the reality of it! I feel bad complaining when I’m living the dream, but there are definitely days when it feels like a nightmare.

    • October 19, 2016

      One of the biggest misconceptions about long-term travel is that it’s like taking one giant holiday. But the reality is it’s rarely ever restful!

  28. September 30, 2016

    I can’t say that it’s going to wind up being my worst, but my worst SO FAR has been when I was in Madrid, Spain. I had heat stroke, missed the hostel curfew, wound up sleeping in a metro station, getting kicked out by security, spent the wee hours of the morning waiting for the hostel to open to collect my things, and hopping back on the train back to Barcelona feeling like I was in the midst of one of the worst hangovers of my life….
    If you wanna read about it, it can be found here:

  29. I know I’m two months late to this, but I just wanted to say I feel your pain so much! My absolute worst travel day was returning to the US from Italy about 5 years ago, when I’d booked my flights on miles on Air Canada (first mistake). They lost (!) our plane – not the crew! they misplaced a 777! – in Frankfurt, getting us into Toronto 4 hours late. That would’ve still allowed me to board my connection to the US, except it was 9 pm and the Canadian border officials informed us that the border was closed (how do you close the US-Canadian border?!). AC put us up in the Pearson Best Western and gave us meal vouchers (great!), except the Best Western refused to let us eat at their restaurant, claiming it was closed – while we watched people sitting inside and eating. Through doors that were open. The hotel then advised that there’s a Tim Horton’s “down the street”, which ended up being across a deserted long-haul truck lot with minimal street lighting – and took nothing but Canadian dollars or Canadian debit cards, with myself being in possession of neither. Finally, at 1 am, the hotel gave a keycard to my room to another guest, which they successfully used (I’ve never screamed louder in my life), no one picked up the phone at reception when I called to report this, and at 4:45 in the morning, as the cherry atop this proverbial pie of abomination, another hotel guest exposed himself to me by the elevators. When I got downstairs to inform them that there’s a naked man roaming the halls of their establishment, their first question was whether he was black (!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!). It took another two weeks to get back a $50 deposit they’d charged to my card “as restaurant meal credit” – for the restaurant at which they refused to let me eat. When I tried to tell Air Canada that maybe “Delayed Air Canada Passenger Sexually Assaulted at Toronto Hotel” wouldn’t be the best headline to appear in the Globe and Mail, and maybe they should cut off their relationship with that hotel, they sent me a 15% coupon for the next time I want to risk my life. Yeah okay.

    Hope your future travels go much smoother!

  30. Mea
    March 10, 2019

    FANTASTIC! The article I mean, not your experience, Thanks for sharing the bad parts.

    I’ve slept in plenty airports. It is a standard way to save 1 nights accomadation and $$$ taxi fare if I have a flight leaving before 10am! I hate waking mornings anyways, and if I were at the accommodation I might either OVERSLEEP, FORGET SOMETHING IMPORTANT in my sleepy haze, or GET LOST omw to the airport (rarely do airport taxis). I never sleep on the floor though! Always a chair. I will eat snacks, go pee/brush my teeth, then watch something on my phone til it knocks me out… after setting an alarm!

    Worse travel story: I took a ‘natural laxative’ 2 days before a long flight to Spain from Mexico and had the runs the whole time! Plus the dehydration left severe leg cramps…. and I always get the window seat! I kept getting up during seat belt sign and nearly had to push a flight attendant to let me into the restroom! They eventually had to put me in an empty biz class aisle seat, upstairs. Weird but when I intially got on the plane they directed me to biz class! But Im so freaking HONEST I told them it was a mistake! I should have just SAT DOWN and SHUT UP!!

    Well, then there was the time I missed my flight to Alaska bc I was so tired from sleeping in the airport that after going thru airport security next morn, I thought my purse went missing and left boarding gate to find it! (I had put it in my carry on!) 3 hours of crying on phone to Cust Service and they have me back the booking credit…. was stuck in Vegasd 9 days though…and i never wanted to visit that city ever anyways! I flew again months later to Alaska at the start of their winter (missing Northern Lights by literally a few hours!)

  31. Mea
    March 10, 2019

    I assure you I am very levelheaded and SANE, but in your shoes I would have lost quite a bit of sanity…. Panicing, anxiety, feeling like I wanna die! Bc I have little patience, and I know how rough sleeping in airports can be. This would’ve drove me over the brink. I prob might have just canceled the rest of the trip and went home and slept a month! You are strong girl! I’ve taken a 10 hour bus ride that did that once. And a 32 hr trip to Japan from east coast with 1 long stop over. I am trying to balance seeing a lot with not flying all over the freakin place and crazy connections and deals. I kinda failed though recently: My summer EU trip of 2 weeks is 4 countries long (7 cities), and possibly will be 3 weeks, 6 countries (9 cites) if i extend it to see a music fest. Most countries will get 3 days, and two just 1! Bt summer there is best time to visit for the festivals, and usually 2X price, so I am taking advantage of RyanAir flights. Last time I did this in E though, I regretted it deepl! Was 5 countries in 3 weeks, 1 of which 1 week long!

  32. June 30, 2020

    Thanks a lot for sharing!
    I’ve made a small promise to myself not to believe to a travel writer who does not mention the hardships of traveling.
    Your “Incidents” page is very honest and captivating.
    Also, brought back a lot of memories…

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