Epic travel day yesterday. We left our hotel before 7am and just missed the train to the airport. Not to worry, just less than half an hour to the next one.
Got to the airport and joined the biggest queue in the world to drop off our bags. With the exception of one other traveller, we were the only people dropping off one bag each, as everyone else had bought their kitchen sinks that all needed extra tags and took ages.
Safely onto the plane and it's loaded and on time (hurrah).
We are in row 42, and all across row 44 is a family of nine travelling together. All of a sudden the teenage girl decides that she feels sick and wants some specific medicine that her mum hasn't brought on board. She screams this at ear splitting volume again and again. The crew come over to ask what's wrong and she carries on ranting.
She was warned that if she didn't calm down they would all have to leave the plane. She carried on and then the police arrived. She then started yelling that she was fine now and that they should put her fxxxing luggage back on board.
Then all nine had to get up and leave the plane and we took off nearly an hour late.
Very nice flight with WiFi on board, and an easy trip through customs and then on to a beautiful modern train.
After one stop we changed trains, then caught a bus and then walked through a surprisingly down-market area to our hotel. Except that it wasn't our hotel. This one had three letters different to our hotel, and was miles in the wrong direction up the coast.
Completely retraced our steps and then caught the right train to our hotel. Except that when we arrived at that destination it wasn't our hotel either.
We wandered around and consulted our maps and then accidentally lost each other, and I didn't have WiFi so we couldn't get in touch. We both separately thought that the other one had been 'taken'.
Finding each other and by then at our wits end, a saviour suddenly appeared.
We actually were in the right place, but for reasons I don't understand, the actual hotel wasn't there but was in boutique buildings scattered around the old town, and this was the meeting place. He had seen us looking lost and guessed that we might be guests.
He took us about 50 metres in his little golf cart to a different hotel with the wrong name where we checked in, and then took us to our actual hotel around the corner past the falcon hospital.
It took a while to calm down and we have a view of the royal camel enclosure from our window.
More to follow soonish.
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