“It’s amazing how relaxed we are at the moment, I mean we’ve not really planned anything, we’re going to a new country and yet I feel like I’m just nipping to the 7/11”
We were heading for the airport. It was a Saturday night, Kirsty had finished her last day of work, we’d just packed our bags and jumped in a taxi to head to the Philippines for two weeks. We were feeling pretty smug, remarking to ourselves, two years ago we would have been planning everything down to the last detail, now we don’t know where we will even be staying tomorrow night!
The two weeks away were incredible (plenty more on that in the next few weeks) but despite our easy going attitude the trip got off to a pretty terrible start.
We walked into the airport and were surprised by the unusually long queues for access to the departure lounge. Not a problem as we’d arrived for an international flight with plenty of time to spare.
We approached the check in desk and followed the usual conversation pattern.
“Sorry we don’t have them”
“Ok what flight are you on? Can I have your passports?”
“Manila tonight, about 1am” (Note the word tonight, it’s important)
Usually this is followed by a few moments silence before our boarding passes are handed over. However this time we were left staring at the long departure gate queue for longer than normal. After a few anxious looks and some brief conversations amongst staff behind the counter we were getting a little bit nervous.
Did they know we were smuggling 1000’s pounds worth of heroin out of the country? (jokes)
We found the booking number in an email thanks to the not so reliable free Internet at Suvarnabhumi Airport but that didn’t seem to help their confusion.
“Did you book your ticket for 10th March”
Phew, “yes, that’s the one”
“Sorry but you’ve missed your flight”
“Your flight left today, this morning at 00.35”
Yes, we’re those idiots. Or should I say I am! Somehow when I was booking the tickets it didn’t get through to me that if you book a flight for AFTER MIDNIGHT you need to book them for the next day and check in the day before! I was booking them for Saturday night but really I needed to book them for Sunday morning.
How the hell did I miss that one? I looked at Poi – he looked pissed and slightly confused. Should we still go? It was a split second decision we knew we had to just suck it up and rebook the flights for 24 hours later the flight we had actually arrived at the airport for.
It was a very expensive mistake…. We agreed to forget about it straight away, pretend it didn’t happen and get on with enjoying our trip.
Please please please tell me at least someone else in the world has done this? Or something equally as bad!