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Travel Karma Failure

I have really good travel karma – most of the time. Even when things go wrong, something good comes out of it. And before you read any further, you must know that during this trip, I had a really good time, surrounded by friends, good conversation, a lot of laughter and a very understanding husband – it had a happy ending. But this was a serious travel karma failure.

Oh, I had planned to carefully – fly out early, my friends pick me up, we loll around the pool catching up, grab a bite to eat, and eventually they drop me off at my hotel where I hook up with my husband.

Only this is what I saw on my way to the airport:

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And this is what I saw as the plane was delayed – and delayed – and delayed again:

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And this is what the airport looked like as more and more planes got delayed:

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After – literally – hours, we board. We are rolling away from the airport when a guy a couple seats up from me says . . . something . . . to the stewardess and the guy across from him. As the plane continues rolling, I watch the guy across the aisle get up, go to the galley and make a phone call. The plane keeps rolling rolling rolling, but . . . rolls to a stop and all kinds of vehicals come out to the plane.

They all have a discussion:

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But you know this part of the world, everyone has an opinion and wants to be heard. Back and forth up and down the aisle. The entire Qatar soccer team weighed in on this one:
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Somehow, it all got resolved. I get to Doha – not early morning, but six at night. I’ve already told my friends to forget picking me up in peak traffic time, but I would see them the next day – we already had plans. But the topping on this perfect day is that my suitcase didn’t come. People were sent looking here and there, and another hour passed.

No suitcase. No explanation, but they assure me the suitcase is still in Kuwait. Get it here, I tell them, I need it. Send it to my hotel. And I rush to duty free to pick up some face cream and mascara and lipstick – you know, the essentials. When I get to the hotel I realize I have nothing, but the gift shop, thank God, has very large T-shirts I can sleep in, a hairbrush, a toothbrush and even underpants.

My greatest fear, as the suitcase continues to NOT show up, is that I will never see it again. It is a great suitcase, and inside it is my computer power cord. Normally a balanced, easy going person, I have bad dreams, angry dreams, frustrated dreams and I wake unrested, and wanting clean clothes.

My husband, not normally known for his patience, was very tenderly patient with me. I think he was more than a little bewildered to see me so bent out of shape. It was probably funny – if you weren’t me.

For three days, for every event, I wear the same clothes. Three days. The bag finally showed up this morning – still at the airport – just in time for my return trip to Kuwait.

Now that, my friends, is a SERIOUS travel karma failure.

May 19, 2007 - Posted by | Adventure, Blogging, Bureaucracy, Communication, Community, Customer Service, Doha, Events, ExPat Life, Family Issues, Kuwait, Lumix, Photos, Qatar, Rants, Relationships, Travel

8 Comments »

  1. damn, and i thought i had some bad travel karma.

    but you gotta admit, looking back on it, maybe not now, but much, much later,….. it is a funny tale 😛

    welcome back to more dust 😀

    Comment by sknkwrkz | May 19, 2007 | Reply

  2. Thanks Skunk. I’m just glad to be safely back, and yeh, I can see some funny aspects, but so far, NOT FUNNY. One day, I know I will find it hilarious, but I’m still too close to it.

    Comment by intlxpatr | May 19, 2007 | Reply

  3. what a saga! I can’t believe the photos of the sandstorm – ours are never that bad!

    I’ve learned not to pack power cords (including mobile and camera battery rechargers!) in my checked luggage – or my running shoes:-)! not worth the frustration of not having them to hand …

    I’m glad you managed to make lemonade out of such a lemony situation – and I’m very glad that you had your camera!

    Comment by adiamondinsunlight | May 20, 2007 | Reply

  4. Morning, Little Diamond! You know me – I had a plan. One small suitcase, carry with me on the plane. But now the limit is 7KG for carryon, and with the computer it came to ten, and I couldn’t charm them into letting me take it. So I was forced, last minute, to dive into the suitcase and grab what I needed. I got the computer but didn’t have room in my small purse for the power adapter cord. Aaarrgh!

    When do I NOT have my camera? Isn’t it a family thing?

    Comment by intlxpatr | May 20, 2007 | Reply

  5. ooh. 7 kg would be difficult to manage. do they really weigh your carry-on?

    Comment by adiamondinsunlight | May 20, 2007 | Reply

  6. They did. that’s what I get for going steerage.

    Comment by intlxpatr | May 20, 2007 | Reply

  7. Amazing photo’s – amazing adventure. Not funny, not yet. Regardless, a great story. Yet another fine episode of “that which doesn’t kill us….” Glad you *eventually* had a great time, and back home safely.
    How often do sand storms like that occur?

    Comment by SparklePlenty | May 22, 2007 | Reply

  8. It seems to be sandstorm season. Yesterday was the first clear day for quite a while, and then, only in the morning. It . . . smudged up. . . by late afternoon. You have this thin layer of dust that smears on your floors and you wake with a little grit in your eyes. And my place is really tight, but the sand is so fine, somehow it gets in. The intensity comes and goes, but a clear day is rare right now.

    I saw a satellite photo on one of the blogs, and the storm covered all of Kuwait, and down the Gulf even into Doha.

    Comment by intlxpatr | May 22, 2007 | Reply


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