I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my travel horror story and the collaboration of travel blogger fails that I’ve recently posted. Today I bring you the last part of the series, a collection of my travel fails from around the globe. I’ve come to think that sometimes I’m cursed with bad travel luck, but I’ve learned to make the most of it! And there is always a good story to tell later.
Floods in Paris
There was the time I went to Paris and the Seine was flooding. Like, really flooding. The photo isn’t good quality, but you get the point! The next day we went to the Louvre to see some of the most famous pieces of art in the world. Since I was in Paris, of course I wanted to see Delacroix’s famous mural of the revolution – but no. That wing was under construction.
No Clock for You in Prague
Where Are the Fish in Boston?
The first time I went to Boston all I wanted to do was see the New England Aquarium. (You know how much I LOVE aquariums!) So I went inside. And then I found out the the main tank that is in the center of the aquarium was empty. Under construction. Of course.
Hidden Christ in Rio de Janeiro
When I was in Rio de Janeiro, all of my friends kept telling me that I needed to go see Christ the Redeemer. Since I’m not very religious and I didn’t have much time, I thought that I could just see it from below and be good. But they insisted. Everyone kept saying that the very best views of Rio are from Christ. So, we drove up to the top of the Tijuca Forest. My friend asked one of the workers what the visibility was like at the top since it was a bit cloudy. My friend translates from Portuguese and tells me that the view is 100%. We buy our tickets and then find out that it was 100% visible, but 100% cloudy. Of course. Nevertheless, we went up. Aaaaaand it was almost impossible to see Christ, even though we were standing just feet away from the statue. We took our time up there, waiting for the clouds and mist to move. I was able to get a few foggy pictures, but nothing great. And the view of Rio? Completely gray. I couldn’t tell you what was below the mountain. Just another on my list of travel fails.
A Little Cyclone Never Stopped Me in Cairns
When I lived in Australia, my friends and I planned a trip up to Cairns to go scubadiving in the Great Barrier Reef and explore the Daintree Rainforest. Once in a lifetime opportunities! A few days before our trip, Cyclone Yasi hit northern Queensland, one of the worst tropical cyclones to hit Australia in a very long time. We were worried that we’d need to cancel our trip, but we were troopers! And we didn’t know when we would get another chance to go there. So we went anyway. On the taxi ride from the airport we saw the destruction that Yasi had caused, but were please to find a sign outside of our hostel that said “Open with power.” Yay!
But the remnants of the storm weren’t over. Because of how much the ocean had been churned up, the water was pretty murky when we went scubadiving. Our guides said that we probably didn’t see as much as we normally would have because of the storm – travel fail #1. Just my luck.
Landslides & Floods
The next day we had an excursion booked to go into the Daintree Rainforest and it was pouring. Each stop along our journey the rain got heavier and heavier. Nevertheless, we continued. Driving into the rainforest we were warned about the potential of landslides to occur along the narrow dirt roads on the side of the mountains. Water started rushing across the roads, making us all nervous. But we had to get to Cape Tribulation! Made famous by the sinking of James Cook’s ship in 1770, the cape was supposed to have beautiful views. But…. I can’t say that it did on the day we were there. Check it out for yourself!
We almost didn’t make it back out of the rainforest. The roads were getting even more flooded and landslides were starting. Our guide told us stories of this happening before when people had gotten stuck there for the night. Luckily, that didn’t happen to us, but we did have to trudge through several inches of water once we got out of our van! A bit of a scary adventure, but it made for a great story to tell!
Hotel-less in NYC
Then there was the time when our hotel room got taken over in NYC. My aunt and I were in town for the weekend, having won a trip to Bar Americain at the New York State Fair, courtesy of Bobby Flay. (Yes, I was in heaven. I love Bobby!) We had booked a hotel on the upper west side along Broadway. We checked in Friday night, went exploring a bit and then came back for bed. On Saturday we spent the majority of the day wandering the streets of Manhattan. Exhausted, and drenched from the rain, we went back to our hotel for the evening. We got in the elevator, made our way down the hall and unlocked the door with our keycard. Opening the door, I immediately knew something was wrong. I turned on the lights and was in shock. Our luggage was gone. There was no sign that we had been in the room. Someone else’s jeans were strewn on the floor and their pocket change was scattered across the dresser. Luckily there was nobody in the room. Man, that would have been awkward!
So Now What?
Regardless, I was furious. No, I had not made a mistake; we were in the correct room and we had definitely booked the room for two nights. We rushed back down to the front desk to see what the heck was going on. They seemed clueless as to the situation and couldn’t explain to me why the room had been given to someone else. I’ll spare you the details of the chaotic hour or so that followed. I was grateful to find out that our luggage had been placed into storage and nothing was missing. The hotel explained that they didn’t have any more rooms available – clearly they messed up. As soon as we got our luggage, we were out of there and got ourselves booked into another hotel for the night. What a nightmare!
What About You?
Do you have any travel fails to share? I’d love to hear them! Leave a comment or send me an email.