Sweden - Trinidad and then some.
Oh, how I would love to elaborate. How I would love to slide in the occasional belly-ache laugh every now and then, but I find that I have neither the time nor the energy. A 70% humidity takes care of that, and the 35 degree heat takes care of the rest. You know - 35 degree heat - what you're not experiencing and what I am. Just thought I would try to make myself very clear on that point.
How are the plans of purchasing a poncho coming along...? That cup of tea warming your frozen bones anything? Hmm?
To make a long story short, out trip to trinidad was comprised of several strokes of good luck. To explain why, I'll need to give you a bit of background.
In my infitnite and also abyssmal wisdom, I decided to buy tickets to the Caribbean ahead of time. The earlier, the better, the cheaper. We planned it so that we would leave two weeks before the Donna - Daren wedding, leaving us with one week of pure, undisturbed beaching in Tobago.
BUT
when the wedding was moved up one week, and a Hindu wedding ceremony added the week before that to boot, we were trapped. We had to try to get from Tobago to Trinidad, with a 14 hr stopover in Barbados (before heading off to Tobago) as quickly as possible. We were stressed to the point of sweating, sweating like the common man does. According to our itinerary, we'd be arriving in Tobago a mere two hours before the Hindu ceremony two thousand miles away started in Trinidad.
BUT
1. On arriving at Heathrow, we found ourselves behind a queue of people who all walked away with frowns on their faces. After lining up behind two families (who took fifteen minutes each) we found out why. The flight to Barbados (the stop-over before Tobago) had been re-routed to Trinidad. Hence, we would be forced to arrive at our final detination (Trinidad) ahead of time, skipping the whole trying to get a ticket to Tobago on a sunday morning hassle. Oh what a shame. We were the only happy faces the check-in desk attendant had seen that morning, so when we asked if our baggage could please be re-routed to Trinidad as well, she pulled a few twenty minute strings and finally got it done - but with a big maybe. If our bags had already been sent off, we would have to fly to barbados with our own money and pick up our bags.
2. On arriving at the gate, we were bumped to First class. Oh the agony. Free champange,full menus, and personal television screens for ten hours. Fully reclineable seats. Mercy, mercy Us.
3. On arriving in Trinidad, we got our baggage after - oh the humanity - a whole ten minute wait.
4. On passing through customs, our 250 gram excess of tobacco did not present a problem.
5. A taxi was ready to take us to out final destination to seconds after we stepped out of the airport.
6. The Hindu ceremony the next day had been postponed five hours, giving us time to sleep in the next morning, which would take care of any jetlag we had.
I don't know if I beleive in karma, but I know that we must have done something right in our lives to have ridden that amazing wave of good luck. At the risk of sounding super-sappy with enough sugar on top to make a diabetic undiabetic and then diabetic again - maybe it's just me and And treating each other right that got us were we were during those hours in transit.
Or just pure dumb luck.
Either way : how's that Poncho coming along...?
How are the plans of purchasing a poncho coming along...? That cup of tea warming your frozen bones anything? Hmm?
To make a long story short, out trip to trinidad was comprised of several strokes of good luck. To explain why, I'll need to give you a bit of background.
In my infitnite and also abyssmal wisdom, I decided to buy tickets to the Caribbean ahead of time. The earlier, the better, the cheaper. We planned it so that we would leave two weeks before the Donna - Daren wedding, leaving us with one week of pure, undisturbed beaching in Tobago.
BUT
when the wedding was moved up one week, and a Hindu wedding ceremony added the week before that to boot, we were trapped. We had to try to get from Tobago to Trinidad, with a 14 hr stopover in Barbados (before heading off to Tobago) as quickly as possible. We were stressed to the point of sweating, sweating like the common man does. According to our itinerary, we'd be arriving in Tobago a mere two hours before the Hindu ceremony two thousand miles away started in Trinidad.
BUT
1. On arriving at Heathrow, we found ourselves behind a queue of people who all walked away with frowns on their faces. After lining up behind two families (who took fifteen minutes each) we found out why. The flight to Barbados (the stop-over before Tobago) had been re-routed to Trinidad. Hence, we would be forced to arrive at our final detination (Trinidad) ahead of time, skipping the whole trying to get a ticket to Tobago on a sunday morning hassle. Oh what a shame. We were the only happy faces the check-in desk attendant had seen that morning, so when we asked if our baggage could please be re-routed to Trinidad as well, she pulled a few twenty minute strings and finally got it done - but with a big maybe. If our bags had already been sent off, we would have to fly to barbados with our own money and pick up our bags.
2. On arriving at the gate, we were bumped to First class. Oh the agony. Free champange,full menus, and personal television screens for ten hours. Fully reclineable seats. Mercy, mercy Us.
3. On arriving in Trinidad, we got our baggage after - oh the humanity - a whole ten minute wait.
4. On passing through customs, our 250 gram excess of tobacco did not present a problem.
5. A taxi was ready to take us to out final destination to seconds after we stepped out of the airport.
6. The Hindu ceremony the next day had been postponed five hours, giving us time to sleep in the next morning, which would take care of any jetlag we had.
I don't know if I beleive in karma, but I know that we must have done something right in our lives to have ridden that amazing wave of good luck. At the risk of sounding super-sappy with enough sugar on top to make a diabetic undiabetic and then diabetic again - maybe it's just me and And treating each other right that got us were we were during those hours in transit.
Or just pure dumb luck.
Either way : how's that Poncho coming along...?
