In the way of flights, airports and things going wrong, Don and I have been incredibly lucky in our travels. Well, there was that one time our plane skidded off the runway coming back from Rome, but nothing to worry about, and we got a free flight! No, we’ve been relatively stress free.
Not so my friend Gab.
Gab has had to turn around midway to the airport to go home to fetch her passport on at least three separate occasions.
Gab arrived a day late to my birthday trip to Malaysia, then spent the next three days with no clothes while her suitcase travelled via Tokyo.
Just yesterday Gab and her sister Jen had a passport that wouldn’t work, a bag tag that wouldn’t scan and an Uber driver that wouldn’t…well let’s just say wouldn’t be polite.
Gab has had more flight delays, re-routes, lost luggage, missing passports and shoe blowouts than anyone I know.
And now I am about to embark on a five day girls’ trip to New Zealand to celebrate Gab’s birthday. Gab is already in New Zealand, Madonna and I fly today, so #gabsissues shouldn’t even touch us. #gabsissues are over 2,000km away from us. We even joked that we booked separately to avoid #gabsissues.
As I write this we should be boarding our flight. However, I’m on the couch. Madonna is still in bed. Since last night we’ve had:
Finally, after much key tapping by the woman on the Qantas helpline, we are both on the China Airlines flight to Auckland.
We’re not sitting together. And we’re not entirely sure there isn’t a layover in Shanghai. But what we are sure of is that eventually we’ll get to Gab, the epicentre of #gabsissues.
Let the fun begin.