Written 730pm, Monday, 3 September, on Crown Princess at 21°32.75′ N, 71° 11.73′ W
Longer time readers of my blog may be aware that my wife and I have a certain knack for running into bad luck.
While straightening up our cabin before heading out today, I thumbed through our travel documents, and noticed that even though the information we received from our travel agent, and which showed on princess.com indicated that we had a round-trip bus ride between Hartford and Brooklyn… our actual final papers showed we only had a ride to Brooklyn, but that we were on our own for getting home.
Unsurprisingly, this would not be a happy discovery to make upon arrival. The good folks at Guest Services onboard were willing to look into the matter, when I asked, however.
This was a good thing, since my attempt to call the travel agent from Grand Turk was unsuccessful—couldn’t get a line off the island.
Once onboard, I checked back at the desk, and got confirmation that everything was OK, and we were going to be on a bus back to Hartford, saving me either a satellite call to the travel agent, or cobbling together alternate arrangements while in the middle of the Atlantic.
I’m glad I looked now, rather than Thursday morning. However, I wish I had looked closer before we left home.