An Epic Journey

"I can't give you a ticket."

These were the words that greeted us from the man at the airports check-in counter.

Both Alison and I were confused.

"Why not?" we asked.

"Well, the tickets you have were for yesterday," he replied.

I couldn't even believe it. We showed the man our initial itinerary that had the original dates for the current night. He looked at it, but said that it didn't matter. The actual tickets were for the day before.

Someone had changed our ticket - AND DIDN'T TELL US! We worked hard to get the ticket changed back that night and to get on a plane to Houston, but to no avail.

We went back home that night dejected and disappointed. My mom couldn't believe what had happened.

The next day, Alison and I went to the travel agency that had booked our tickets and explained their problem. Most were sympathetic, but there were some problems, and they weren't sure if they could get it switched without having to buy new tickets.

Fortunately, after about four hours, we got new tickets for that night (or really - for early the next morning).

By 1 o'clock on Sunday (or 9pm Bahrain time) Alison arrived in Houston to the joy of my mother and father - who both proceeded to smother Alison and completely forget about me. But that's a story for another time.

The point is - it was a rough ride, but we finally made it. And its nice to be home.