The honeymoon should be considered your best travel experience of your life; unfortunately, it was not in my case. Our honeymoon was supposed to be in Las Vegas, Nevada, where we would spend five days enjoying ourselves: attending shows, exploring The Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam, and do other naughty and fun things the young couples usually do on such occasions. Eventually, we got the chance to do all the above, but with a lot of difficulties and turmoil down the road.
Here is the account of our disastrous honeymoon:
We almost missed our flight. We got on the plane five minutes before its take off.
My mother-in-law volunteered to drive us to the airport, but somehow she had a different idea about the timing. She picked us up at our home at 8:00 a.m. (our flight was scheduled for 9:00 a.m.), and instead of driving us directly to the airport she decided to run a few errands, such as: dropping her youngest daughter off at school, doing grocery shopping and a few other unnecessary chores before heading to the airport. We were the last people to board the plane before it took off, and we got the worst seats: they were at the very end of the plane and by the bathrooms and we were not even seated together (these were the only available seats left). Then, an hour into the flight, the air conditioner broke down and all of us began to perspire like in sauna. We had to have an emergency landing and one of the passengers had to be taken to the hospital due to a heat stroke. We spent four hours at the airport waiting for the air conditioner to be fixed. When finally we were able to get on the plain, we were told that our flight should be delayed again due to the engine troubles. We spent another hour or so waiting for this problem to be solved. I was afraid to board this plane again, but my husband was adamant to get to Las Vegas sooner than later, one way or another. I thought it was insane, but did not want to argue and complied. We had a good time on our honeymoon and were able to forget our disastrous flight, but not for long. Our travelling saga continued…
We barely survived our flight on the way home.
We flew through the extreme turbulence and I prayed to God as hard as I could for our safety. I was motion sick, had a horrible headache, and scared for my life. When finally we landed safely, all passengers applauded to the pilot’s skill. I was happy that I was alive after all.
The moral of the story: if you could survive your honeymoon, you could survive anything.