406. Bora Bora

 Starts like boring, doesn't it?

My getting to the island was to be a touch challenging. First when I got to the airport and some employee said to me.

'There's no plane. The airport is closed.'

I laughed. But then realised he was looking at me wonderingly and the woman next to him jumped to the rescue.

'Correct. Your flight is cancelled because the airport is closed. There's a strike on.'

I was still laughing. Silly me. Yet the fact that both of them were now looking at me waiting for the news to sink in got to me. In the end the penny dropped.

'So this is not a joke, right ? There's a strike on and so my plane won't take off? That's it, yes?'

'Yes, that's it.'

The relief on their faces. At last that woman got it. 

'Did you not get a mail?'

I hate that question. I hate that sentence. It reminds me of work.

'No, I didn't.' Thinking that just like at work I was lying because I didn't check and I don't have notifications activated. 

'The thing is we only found out this morning so we couldn't really.'

No apologies. Yet this doesn't annoy me nor does it drive me crazy. That's the thing here. Nothing seems to really matter. 

They're laughing now, probably thinking it would have been a good joke and I fear they may try it on some poor tourist next.

'There's a boat going there in two hours. Or we can reschedule your flight free of charge.'

I laugh and call the best agent ever: Miss Organiser.