My transportation karma finally ran out. And that’s why I’m adrift a few miles east of Belize City.
We got to Caye Ambergris in a Cessna – probably a 170. Three passengers and a pilot. Just to mix it up, we decided to return via boat.
It turns out the boat’s crew isn’t so clear on that whole “refueling” thing. The engine sputtered out a few moments ago. Cue much confusion in the crew, and a smattering of worry in the passengers.
The delay only costs us an hour or so. We wait for another boat to come get us; we hop into the new boat, and off we go.
And that’s honestly my worst transportation story. Pretty harmless stuff. It definitely beats other situations I’ve been in for weirdness and novelty: my two-hour delay aboard an Asiana flight to change a pair of flat tires; a five-hour Amtrak journey that stretched into eight; even watching an Icelandic bus driver fix a muddy road with his trusty shovel.
I want you to one-up me: Tell me your funniest or worst “getting from Point A to Point B” story. Sorry, I have no prize to offer. But I will give my favorite story all the props it deserves!
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