In the U.S.A., I had a very similar experience with Alamo, and some truly appalling ones with British Airways and US Air. We all have travel stories. Like many of life’s misadventures, the stories are hilarious over beer after enough time has passed to cool tempers.
But I hold grudges. I still won’t fly British Airways. Or US Air. On the other hand, Aer Lingus, KLM, and SwissAir were all absolutely wonderful. I get misty remembering America West. They never served a meal but would serve you all the booze you wanted. I found myself ordering Bloody Marys for the celery stick. The layover in Las Vegas made it more than worthwhile because 2 hours of slot machines while a little drunk made that trip way better than average, even though I had the flu. — I tried to get them to hold the flight because I was doing very well and needed a sack to bring home all the quarters. Alas, I had to continue to Boston or remain in the casino until the next connecting flight. Sadly, I said goodbye to Vegas.
Travel. Love it after I get there. Otherwise, the transporter please!
Last summer I decided to visit the beautiful city of Rome. I had never been to Italy before and IPM were hosting their annual club promoters festival and pool party, so it seemed a good excuse to take in some sun, fun and a bit of ancient history. Since the events for the festival were scattered all over the city, it seemed sensible to hire a car to get around. I’m quite an experienced driver and I’ve driven in many European cities and felt quite confident getting around without incident. My general rule of thumb when driving abroad is to follow the signs and the flow of the local traffic, never park in a place where nobody else is parking, and if in doubt – ask somebody. So it came as some surprise five months later – just before I was heading out to Turin for a bit of…
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