My transportation karma finally ran out. And thatâ€™s why Iâ€™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 boatâ€™s crew isnâ€™t so clear on that whole â€œrefuelingâ€ 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 thatâ€™s honestly my worst transportation story. Pretty harmless stuff. It definitely beats other situations Iâ€™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 â€œgetting from Point A to Point Bâ€ story. Sorry, I have no prize to offer. But I will give my favorite story all the props it deserves!
This post just might contain affiliate links. Fear not, they’re non-spammy and benign. Hey, I have to keep this thing running somehow!