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,
Plane delayed.
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.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/11/14/tale-weaver-249-holiday-14th-november/
Morpethroad 
Loves the way it steams through the events. Had to smile at the traffic, and the missing luggage. Yea, why go away for holidays, so fell of stress. May as well stay home and relax!
Traveling with great expectations often results in feeling of let down.
Sounds like a Chevy Chase vacation!
Next time I go on holidays, it will be a trip to Perth (or maybe Kalgoorlie – I love Kalgoorlie) on the Indian Pacific. I’ve been three times before and loved every minute of the trip and my stay 😀
Train journeys are great.
Cringing. What a travel story. But that conclusion melts the heart. What matters the most.
Thanks so much
you’re welcome, Michael!
One must make do. I’ve had many of the experiences in this piece.
We had booked a night at the airport before our flight for our honeymoon to be told there was no room at the inn when we got there. A flight was canceled and they couldn’t toss out those who lost their seats. Should have asked if the president was in town and using the presidential suite – if not they could we have it!
Thanks Jules. Maybe I’ll put up a prompt to do with honeymoon stories. I’ve read a few this week 😀