It's something we yearn to do, and we often fantasize about it or envy those who are travelling.
But let's face it, travelling isn't always glamorous.
Let me provide you with a few examples.
Example #1:
Our flight from Hamilton Island back to Sydney was almost diverted due to high winds. However, we managed to successfully land in 70+mph winds after a half hour delay. Yay! Upon landing, they announced that the cargo door to access our baggage could not be opened in such high winds. We would be able to disembark the plane, but would have to wait until the wind died down to get our luggage.
Okay, no worries. We waited. And waited. And waited. More than three HOURS later, our baggage finally arrived on the carousel. During the 3 hour wait, we were told every 10 minutes that we could not leave the airport, because it was a federal offense to leave your luggage. Fo realz.
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On our train journey home after our 3 hour wait, we noticed that the zipper on our big hard shell suitcase split open, allowing some of our clothing to spill out. Although I was able to temporarily fix it, it seemed like a terrible idea to press our luck with 11 more flights to go. Therefore, the next morning we scrambled to the mall to buy a new suitcase before taking off for Bali.
Example #3:
Every international flight I've taken from Australia has been on a nice, long-haul plane. I mean the kind with more leg room, more recline, individual tv screens, and free meals. So imagine my surprise when our Virgin Australia flight to Bali {a six and a half hour flight, no less} was on a crappy plane designed for short-hauls. Let me elaborate:
- No free food
- Very little leg room
- Not much seat recline
- NO tv screens...anywhere. No movies, nothing.
For a SIX AND A HALF hour flight. To put that in perspective, add a half hour and it's the length of a NYC --> Europe flight. What gives, Virgin? I didn't realize you were a low budget, craptastic airline.
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And lastly, on said flight, the 20-something Aussie bloke sitting next to me graced us with his shart-your-pants gas the entire flight. At first, I thought it was the little kid in front of us. However, the more I thought about it, the less plausible that became. I know how parents are when they smell poop/farts from their kids. They immediately, without shame, put their nose up to the kid's butt and then ask the kid if he needs to go to the bathroom. Since this wasn't happening, and I saw a little leg lift action from my neighbor, I can only presume that he was the one crop dusting us.
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it's still totally worth it.