The traffic is heavy
We might be late
The flight won’t wait.
Frustration mounts as we edge forward.
Angry words begin to flow
“We should have left earlier.”
“If you hadn’t dilly-dallied we’d be there by now.”
Then the traffic begins to flow
The departures come into sight
A mad rush from the car
Just made it.
Then an announcement,
We sit around waiting
Eventually, we are called.
The plane taxis to a stop.
Engineering issue they say.
Finally, we are away
Excitement begins to mount.
Arrive and wait an eternity for our bags.
Mine doesn’t appear.
Report to the airline,
They promise to find it.
We go out to the transport
The shuttle bus is crowded, bags everywhere.
I’ve only the clothes I am standing in,
“We can buy new underwear,” she says, sounding positive.
Our hotel is a welcome sight until we discover
A double booking
Irritated further, the day is getting longer
Our patience is tested
At last resolution
We have a room.
We sleep grateful to be on holiday.
We awaken to heavy rain
A message from the airline
Luggage found, will be delivered by lunchtime.
We find indoor activities but hope for the sun
There’s a market, water dripping down my back
I feel a chill coming on
My partner is irritable
She standing in a puddle that gets deeper
We go back to the hotel
My bags are at reception.
In our room, I open my bag to discover clothes missing.
Our holiday is going badly,
The elements are against us
We order room service wanting to indulge ourselves.
Food arrives, poorly prepared,
We send it back and never hear from the kitchen again.
A week is a long time in a hotel room
The rain tumbles down
The beach looks good on the postcards
We write to our mum’s
Watch TV in a language we can’t understand
Getting more and more stir crazy
We pack our bags
The afternoon flight home
Can’t come quick enough.
The only redeeming feature
We had each other.