I remember one trip to Malmo in Sweden. We had arrived in Europe at Amsterdam and then were to take the hydrofoil over to Malmo. This was before the bridge was built. The flights into Amsterdam were delayed and when we arrived there, they determined that there was enough time for our bags to make the hydrofoil, but not for us. We had to wait for the boat that would leave in a couple of hours.
On arrival in Malmo, which was at about midnight, the terminal for the hydrofoil was completely closed for the night. No bags. We went to the hotel with nothing on our backs apart from what we were wearing. The hydrofoil center opened at 9 in the morning, the same time we were meant to be starting our presentation. Immediately after that finished we were off the Stockholm and then I can’t remember where.
My traveling companion decided that the best thing to do was for me to start the presentation – wearing my travel clothes that had already seen a LONG day of travel, unshaven and while showered, my hair was not really combed. He would get the bags. Part way through, after he had changed and got tidied up, he would take over part of the presentation, while I got changed, shaved etc. Then I would resume the presentation when I was more presentable. It was after this trip that I always took a change of clothes and some overnight stuff in my carry-on. That came in use several times after that.
Richard Morrissette has a story about being late as well.
Back in the 70’s I made a trip to France for machine repair with 3 other technicians. The flight over was an uneventful 7 hr flight to Paris. There were 4 of us. Two went south, I and my cohort went on to the northern border of France by train. We did our repairs in 2 weeks and wanted to go back to Paris for a direct flight to Boston. When we boarded the train to Paris we determined after a few stops, we had boarded a “local” train instead of the direct connection to Paris. We returned to the original terminal just in time to see the correct train leaving. The next train was in 2 hours. By the time we arrived at Paris, our direct flight to Boston was gone. So instead of one plane, we flew from Paris to London to New York, changed airports then flew on to Boston. A 24 hour trip instead of 8 hours.
My pile of travel stories is getting low, so please do send me yours for inclusion into a future edition of travel nightmares.
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