tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post947622034932869853..comments2024-03-29T09:55:28.798-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: How Not to Travel to India (or anywhere, really)Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-53620675997036945242018-04-19T01:19:57.932-04:002018-04-19T01:19:57.932-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12965946729954575729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-844875089310542792018-04-15T13:39:57.590-04:002018-04-15T13:39:57.590-04:00My ex-husband and I spent the first day of our hon...My ex-husband and I spent the first day of our honeymoon in a Police Station in Rome, Italy. Our travel agent said he did not need a visa. He was born in China under British rule but lived from the age of 3 to 19 in Pakistan. He was holding a passport from Pakistan at the time. I am Canadian and it was me who did not require a visa. When we explained everything the Police authorized a Visa for only 7 days in Italy. We stayed longer but learned if we put our two passports together and mine on top when we were asked to show them we were waived through. The rest of our 5 week European trip went through without any further disruptive incidents. Other obstacles were minor and were handled on this trip. Overall, we had a great time, visited beautiful places, met some lovely people and created lifetime memories. Grammy Pammy Wammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07571617372695339023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-4848949839752483912018-04-15T13:36:23.154-04:002018-04-15T13:36:23.154-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Grammy Pammy Wammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07571617372695339023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-73428786480596492962018-04-14T19:18:03.491-04:002018-04-14T19:18:03.491-04:00Wow! I can't imagine how anxiety inducing it w...Wow! I can't imagine how anxiety inducing it would be to lose such important papers in such a foreign land. So glad you were able to get it remedied.<br /><br />My travel story isn't so bad but at the time it felt like it.<br /><br />My son was about 7 months old when my husband's grandfather took ill. He lived in the Bay Area of California and we lived in Seattle. The soonest we could get time off work to go was nearly 2 months away but we bought our tickets and hoped for the best. Sadly, Grandpa passed away a couple of weeks before we were to fly out. We had our tickets and the time off so we went anyway to spend time with Grandma and the family. The day came and we went to the airport, got there in time and sat waiting to board our flight. We got in line and when we got to the door of the plane we were told to wait so we waited. A couple came up behind us and were permitted to board then we were told the plane was full and we had to wait for the next flight.<br /><br />So we sat in the airport for 4 hours with a crabby 9 month old who wanted to play on the floor, but no way was I putting him on that nasty floor. Finally we got on a plane and were on our way. We landed in San Francisco and discovered that we'd long ago missed our connecting flight to San Jose but our luggage was on it's way along with our son's car seat. So we had to wait for someone in the airport to find a car seat and arrange a shuttle to take us to Cupertino where our family was waiting for us. By this time it was the middle of the night. We were crabby and tired and our son was at his wits end. The visit with the family was wonderful but what a day we had getting there LOL! <br />Danielle Marie Peckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16544224287191537831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-29782416163521815232018-04-14T08:24:47.762-04:002018-04-14T08:24:47.762-04:00Oh my gosh that's like something out of TV sho...Oh my gosh that's like something out of TV show or book, hey it might be something you can add to a future book who knows. I've never traveled out of the US and have always been afraid to do so although my daughter and her cousins have and they love it. (I'm just a scaredy cat!)Cuddle Up with a Cozy Mystery and a Dachshundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07828075296933184535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-47628904835100738472018-04-14T06:50:20.804-04:002018-04-14T06:50:20.804-04:00I'm glad it worked out for you. My only worst ...I'm glad it worked out for you. My only worst travel disaster was flight canceled and couldn't get on any other airline, on way to my father's funeral.<br /><br />With the temporary passport - do you have to get a new "official" passport?Dru Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13719942166754224376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48148608367073378392018-04-13T21:48:27.366-04:002018-04-13T21:48:27.366-04:00My God! What a nightmare. I am so glad you are not...My God! What a nightmare. I am so glad you are not totally over India based on this dreadful experience.<br />When I was in the US Delhi embassy, a young woman was there getting her passport replaced. It was in her backpack in front of her in the auto rickshaw. Someone on a motorcycle leaned in and grabbed it!!Sujata in Baltimore, MDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17958776635749620496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-1657662257268511842018-04-13T21:33:50.292-04:002018-04-13T21:33:50.292-04:00That would be so scary. Glad everything worked out...That would be so scary. Glad everything worked out okay!Marla Bradeen/Paige Sleuth, Mystery Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01920956529695986188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-66502610332446044392018-04-13T19:34:35.285-04:002018-04-13T19:34:35.285-04:00Oh my goodness! That is scary! So happy you both k...Oh my goodness! That is scary! So happy you both kept your wonderful attitude. Well let's see, I traveled quite a bit when I was younger, never to anywhere as exotic though. I remember coming out of the Frankfurt airport and seeing a tank pointed inside. One time we had to sleep in the airport and the police pointed their machine guns at someone riding their skateboard. Traveling to my grandfather's funeral in Germany, we had to fly to Munich instead of Frankfurt. They lost our luggage. We had to borrow black clothes from family. Come to find out my father's suitcase was actually at the Frankfurt airport and ours came the day after. I flew nonstop to Charlotte for a work meeting (I worked for the airline I was flying). They lost my luggage and found it at the airport the day I was leaving. Another time I was in Charlotte for a meeting I broke my foot getting out of bed (found out later it was m/s that caused my leg to go numb). Had to stay in class all day and fly home with it broken, go to the hospital here. And my favorite is when I was in Newfoundland to tour with my brother's band. We were driving in his big land barge. As we left St John's we came to a four way stop and were surrounded by police. I freaked out because I didnt have a visa and was staying for a while. We were there for about 4 hours while the truck waited for us. Come to find out there had been a robbery and the escape car was describe the same as ours. Not a normal car in that area. So after I have rambled on and on, that is about it. Had tons of other things happen, but all in all it was a great time! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11806151679564881115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-63614171086578643842018-04-13T19:04:29.140-04:002018-04-13T19:04:29.140-04:00Our travel woes of lost luggage & returned fli...Our travel woes of lost luggage & returned flights due to mechanical failures pale in comparison, Lucy! Kudos to you and John for making it through all the bureaucracy! Here are some cool travel scarves with a hidden pocket I found on Pinterest just the other day:<br />https://www.etsy.com/shop/speakeasysupplyco Lynn in Texashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16624333137637840905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-52198503189916989512018-04-13T18:12:26.831-04:002018-04-13T18:12:26.831-04:001972 coming back from Argentina with Candy and Liz...1972 coming back from Argentina with Candy and Liz, we had a 5 hour delay in Panama. Luckily we met 3 guys, an Argentinian, an American, and another. Liz had lemons from the family she was staying with in her bag, which was a no-no but the customs had sympathy for us. Candy who was blind had bought a guitar. She and I also wore our new leather shoes on the plane. Bad idea. The guys helped us get the taxi paid for to get us from JFK to LaGuardia. When we got there, I discovered that my airport had closed for the night so I had to go to Pittsburgh with the others and stay overnight with Liz. I flew home the next day. This was my first time outside the US. Later trips were with tours.Sally from PAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649707016754971847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-47665253538630967112018-04-13T15:34:49.324-04:002018-04-13T15:34:49.324-04:00that's a dreadful way to spend a vacation. so ...that's a dreadful way to spend a vacation. so glad she rallied and got home!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48716251672869040162018-04-13T15:33:50.946-04:002018-04-13T15:33:50.946-04:00You need to be writing a book too Mary!!You need to be writing a book too Mary!!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-60334835055593216232018-04-13T15:32:50.301-04:002018-04-13T15:32:50.301-04:00smart people! Now that is the beginning of a great...smart people! Now that is the beginning of a great short story or book...Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-12065772618330581762018-04-13T15:31:46.424-04:002018-04-13T15:31:46.424-04:00and also, now we know where you get your spunk!and also, now we know where you get your spunk!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-79193152099239479052018-04-13T15:31:22.623-04:002018-04-13T15:31:22.623-04:00Jenn, don't even try--she wins!Jenn, don't even try--she wins!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51126375419239512592018-04-13T15:30:45.548-04:002018-04-13T15:30:45.548-04:00that would be so scary! Glad you made it home more...that would be so scary! Glad you made it home more easilyLucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-18434182646675953582018-04-13T15:28:59.731-04:002018-04-13T15:28:59.731-04:00She must have come across as very very competent!She must have come across as very very competent!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36555897438659379452018-04-13T15:28:16.165-04:002018-04-13T15:28:16.165-04:00OMG Gigi, that's a horrible story. How long di...OMG Gigi, that's a horrible story. How long did you walk around on the broken ankle?Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-82220248920808274402018-04-13T15:28:15.932-04:002018-04-13T15:28:15.932-04:00OMG Gigi, that's a horrible story. How long di...OMG Gigi, that's a horrible story. How long did you walk around on the broken ankle?Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16239342692861412132018-04-13T15:11:02.871-04:002018-04-13T15:11:02.871-04:00My Mom and I were on a trip to Bermuda when she go...My Mom and I were on a trip to Bermuda when she got sick and wound up in the hospital for most of our stay. She finally had to check herself out the afternoon before our flight home because the doctor never showed that day. Other than that the hospital was really good and the hotel we(I) were staying at bent over backwards to help, even faxing things back and forth to the trip insurance company. This was before cell phones. A year later my Mom got a letter from the hospital saying her medical insurance company hadn’t paid them. More phone calls and faxes to resolve that. The hospital in Bermuda didn’t bill in a format that the insurance company would accept -they billed a flat rate per day. I finally sent them the list of all the tests that were run and they paid.SandyG265https://www.blogger.com/profile/09063871775065822845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64699589225992446562018-04-13T14:54:11.245-04:002018-04-13T14:54:11.245-04:00that IS annoying Rhys! we were grateful it wasn...that IS annoying Rhys! we were grateful it wasn't worse...Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-13898360815931078962018-04-13T14:54:08.762-04:002018-04-13T14:54:08.762-04:00What a trial . . . and good for you both for keepi...What a trial . . . and good for you both for keeping your sense of adventure and humor. The travel agent who organized our storytelling cruises advised us that if we weren't willing to face the unexpected, we would be better off staying home to "sort socks." I had so many that she started greeting me with, "Please tell me this trip went smoothly," to which I once replied, "Well, yes, except for fainting on the plane." In answer to the "Is there a doctor?" announcement, a doctor and a paramedic came forward. ;-) I almost wished for boring socks once or twice, but only momentarily. Toward the end of one trip, I noticed the young woman checking passports looking at me in an uncertain way. I took off my glasses and for good measure, applied a bit of upward pressure to the sides of my face, a mini-lift. She smiled and nodded.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-54980422838975174842018-04-13T14:53:38.625-04:002018-04-13T14:53:38.625-04:00The Global Entry photos are the worst Debs! and th...The Global Entry photos are the worst Debs! and that reminds me, I have to go back to a GE office and get this new passport in the system...sighLucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64611614605839780142018-04-13T14:52:39.940-04:002018-04-13T14:52:39.940-04:00So funny about Donna Leon's characters! I had ...So funny about Donna Leon's characters! I had a wallet stolen in Paris on my junior year abroad, also in the Metro. I can't remember if that was the same incident where a man (how do I say this politely?) ejaculated on the people around him. Believe me, that was a big distraction!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.com