Greetings from Cappadocia!So, it’s been a few days since I last updated my blog readers, but it has been a whirlwind. After saying goodbye to friends at Tio’s on Thursday night (after Pat’s last day at work), we had to quickly make our final move from our apartment in Zetland on Friday. I always tell Pat that it’s going to take much more work and time than we anticipate – regardless of our lack of “stuff” – and that it did. It took us 2 car trips – in between breakfast/brunch/washing laundry at Pat’s parent’s house — and a couple of hours of cleaning before we could check out completely from our lovely home for the past 3 months.
On the final drive from Zetland in the evening, Pat and I still couldn’t believe we would be leaving on Saturday, the next day. We were exhausted already, and Pat said his throat was hurting a bit, which I quickly wrote off as him standing in the bathroom for too long while using strong cleaner.
We were zombies.At his parent’s place, we put our packing into semi-final positions. It would be impossible to finalize everything until toiletries and such could be packed away the next day. I ran to the computer room at around 10 pm to start the process of printing off important docs and itineraries as I like to do just to have as a back-up.
It’s a fairly monotonous process… open file, click print, open file, click print. I had just started printing off our flight itineraries when I noticed a discrepancy… a rather huge discrepancy.
My flight was set to take off at 3:55 pm on Saturday afternoon, and Pat’s was set to take-off at 10 am on Saturday morning!
The last time I had checked, we were still on the same flight.
Pat wasn’t even close to being ready for that wake-up call, and we had plans to head out first thing in the morning to grab a few last things.
And most importantly, I wanted us to set off on this adventure – the Silk Roadistan tour – together.
I panicked as I normally tend to do, calling for Patrick who was busy in the other room. His mom was in the TV room and heard the urgency in my voice and aided in calls until he came running.
“Pat, we’re not on the same flight!”
“You’re actually set to fly out at 10 am – that means you’d have to leave here in less than 8 hours!”
I bring him into the computer room to show on the screen with the discrepancy, completely shattered with this stress after such a long day and also frustrated at the idea of having to call the US Airways reservation desk (this was an award booking) – or just having to deal with going on separate flights. Ugh!
We grab the phone and my phone card (Skype never seems to work when I want to call the reservations desk), and I heatedly pound the number out on the keypad. Meanwhile, Pat starts sneezing in the background, followed by intense nose-blowing (he sounds like a fog horn) and more sneezing. I frantically explain what is going on to the phone agent, to which she responds that we were on the same flight, but after a slight schedule change, Pat was moved to an earlier flight. The reasoning for it didn’t seem to make sense, but she continued to mull over the notes to get a better idea of why this might have occurred.
At this point, Pat is sneezing so intensely that I have to shoo him out of the computer room in order to hear the agent.
To think… if I hadn’t checked his flight times, too, we would have showed up at the airport in the afternoon to the bad news that Pat had missed his flight!
The phone agent put me on hold, and I waited what felt like ages until, of course, my phone card ran out of credit. Double ugh!
Over the next few minutes, I add some credit to my card online and call back to get a completely different agent… so I had to explain the situation again to her. She checks the info and lo and behold… the other agent had fixed our flights!
Overcome with joy, I run into the other room that Pat had been banished to in order to tell the news. We’re both really, really excited to have that fixed.
Until Pat drops the bomb that he is really sick.
Not exactly what you want to deal with the day before 20 hours of flying. But, at least we got to head out together!
Moral of the story: Always check and double-check your flight itinerary. Add that to the list with “don’t lose your passport“.