What's your worst traveling story? Horrible airport experience? Seasickness?
Worst traveling experience was a trip to Hawaii I took with my Mom back when I was a senior in high school. It was during the Christmas break, and it was the rainy season. The idea was to have a "Maui Christmas".
The first day we were there, I got extremely sick. I had gotten my period and had these really bad cramps combined with vomiting. I spent our only sunny day in the hotel room crawling from the bed to the bathroom. Even worse my mother thought I was faking.
When I did feel better the rains had started, and everything we had planned was canceled. So no snorkeling, the beaches were closed, and there is only so much one can do in downtown Maui.
And as if all that wasn't bad enough the restaurant where we had Christmas dinner didn't like the idea of two women traveling alone. They seated us in the worst table, took forever to help us, and of course my mother made a scene when she called the manager over to complain.
We ended up leaving early. The flight was full of little screaming babies, which my mother was mumbling about giving parachute lessons to. There was turbulence, during which she spilled her red wine all over me. It was the perfect end for a trip from hell.
For the airport, it would be trying to get home from NYC to Austin. There was a storm along the eastern seaboard, and it was backing up all the flights.
But instead of canceling the flight or delaying boarding they made us get on and then sit on the tarmac for about 4 hours. Of course by the time we got in, our connecting flight in Dallas was long gone.
They put us up for the night, but I thought I was being smart checking all our luggage. I ended up washing out my underwear in the sink, but even after a shower, still felt yucky. They gave us one of those little dittie bags, but there is only so much that can do.
We missed the 7am flight they booked us on as we didn't get into the hotel until almost 3am local time. So then rented a car and drove the three hours to Austin so we could make it to this bonding party they were having at the office. We didn't pick up our luggage back at the airport until afterwords. I really wish we had just stayed in NYC for the weekend.
Thankfully I don't get seasick, so I'll share a recent train story that is pretty bad.
We were invited to breakfast by one of B's classmates who is in the part-time program. We were to meet at 10am at Julius Meinl. Since we live near the Brown Line, and it is just a short walk from the station we told him we would just take the train.
We just missed the train, but another came shortly thereafter. I figured we would be no more than 10 minutes late. HA!
It seems they were doing major construction on the tracks. In fact, they had switched the Red Line so that it was running on the Brown Line tracks and vice versa. We had slowed down and even stopped a few times, but got excited when they said we were going to run express to one stop before where we were getting off.
Again, it sounded good, but reality was otherwise. We ended up just sitting there for over half an hour!! There wasn't anything we could do. We weren't near a station and were on the middle track, so getting out was not an option.
We were on the front car, and the conductor actually came out of his cockpit and apologized. He felt really bad. He kept making announcements trying to keep people informed, but things were getting pretty crazy. At one point the tracks we were on had their electricity cut.
The natives started to get restless, and this one big tall guy makes his way to our car. He knocks on the conductor's door and announces he needs to take a piss!
The conductor, while a seemingly nice guy, also doesn't seem like the kind of guy you want to mess with. He makes it clear that he needs to take it elsewhere.
So this guy proceeds to go out in between the two cars and relieves his problem. I am starting to feel overly anxious now.
Meanwhile another guy has joined us. Of course he sits across from us despite that much of the car is empty. Seems he must have had a pass from the ward and proceeds to sit there and talk to himself for the rest of the ride.
B keeps calling his friend, trying to explain what is going on. The friend decides to pick us up at the next station we can get off on (literally one stop from where we need to be, but at this point, who wants to chance it).
By the time we get to Julius Meinl, it is time for lunch. He drove us home. Thank goodness – I don't think I could have done that again.