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Panic on a plane – Part 2

After writing about our most memorable travel experience our next task was to write 250 words about our reaction to it. At this stage in the course we students had no idea what we had to write about in future weeks as they were embargoed until the Monday morning of each week. Perhaps if I had known what we would have had to write about I might have chosen an entirely different “memorable travel experience”.

Our trip had been organised a year ahead when we read that Azamara, a cruise line we love, was starting cruises in Australasia. It was for a celebration of my 60th birthday and our 30th wedding anniversary that we decided to do this particular cruise. We had therefore been looking forward to leaving a wintery UK in January 2016 to fly to a hot Sydney to meet the cruise ship.

However, a lost passport would mean that no doubt we wouldn’t be allowed to enter Hong Kong in order to change planes for the flight to Sydney and the cruise. As we all know the passport was found and we thoroughly enjoyed our trip seeing parts of Australia and New Zealand.

Perhaps for once I was more emotional about the “misplacing” of the passport that my wife was. Would the trip have to end in Hong Kong with us being sent back home without getting a sniff of Sydney and beyond? As a Scot would the money I had paid for the trip have to be forfeited? Would our travel insurance cover the cost of maybe cancelling our trip at this late stage?

Fortunately we had a wonderful holiday visiting new places and having novel experiences that perhaps only “Down Under” can offer. The “lost” passport was put aside and we relaxed, but it is a good story to bore friends with and perhaps offer a warning to keep all your documentation in a safe place at all times when travelling.

Panic on a Plane

Earlier this year I enrolled on an online course through Cambridge University’s Institute of Continuing Education. Our tutor set us several tasks over the duration of the course to write short pieces using 250 words or fewer. My efforts will appear in this post and subsequent others.

The first piece we had to write was about our most memorable travel experience. I based mine on the trip Juliet and I did to Australia and New Zealand in January/February 2016.

13th January 2016 arrived. The day my wife and I were setting off on a “trip of a lifetime” to use a well worn metaphor. I’m not superstitious but at least it wasn’t a Friday!

We were off to join a cruise ship in Sydney for a 16 night trip to Auckland, but first we had to get there. As we were going so far we decided to travel Business Class from Heathrow with a brief stop in Hong Kong to change planes. So far so good, great flight, lovely cabin crew who looked after us well, managed to get a bit of sleep on the overnight flight. Just as we were about to gather our things together for leaving the aircraft my wife asked if I had her passport.

A rummage around all her bits and pieces she had with her for the flight and a search amongst my things and no sign of it. A mild panic was beginning to set in. We had 90 minutes between arrival and departure of our connecting flight. Obviously she had it when we boarded as we had to show passports at the gate in London so it was somewhere on the plane. The cabin crew had a look for us, initially with no success, however, one of them scrambled on the floor and looked under the seat in front and turned up trumps. Prior to this I thought that our holiday would be over before it started.

This episode only left us 45 minutes to get off the plane and get to the gate for the connecting flight – but we made it. Apart from this “incident” the holiday lived up to our expectations.