Third time lucky, very lucky sir, yes sir

I finally managed to get to India at about midnight on Wednesday. After the fiasco on Monday I was told to drive back to Toulouse on the Tuesday, this time to get to Bangalore via London. Imagine then how un-amused I was when I arrived in Toulouse to see those Tuesday flights cancelled as well…in fact the only time during that day when I was even more annoyed was at 9.30PM that night. At that time I received an email from Air France saying that my Wednesday morning flight from Pau to Paris had also been cancelled. They told me to fear not because they had put me on a later flight to Paris, and although that would mean that I would miss my connection, that was not a concern, because they would put me on a flight to Bangalore the day after. Ridiculous…but if living in France for over 10 years has taught me anything, it is to know when to throw a good fake strop. One 10 minute outburst later I had secured a place on the 6AM flight to Paris the next morning…yes you guessed it, from Toulouse. So, off to bed for 4 hours and then up at 2AM to drive to Toulouse for the third time in three days. By contrast the flight to Bangalore went very smoothly. That, you would think, should have been it for one week…but no, when I found out this morning at 6AM that my domestic flight to Kochin had been cancelled because the airline (Kingfisher) had gone bust, it really was just water off a duck’s back. By 6.30 I had a flight with another airline (Indigo) and a full refund in my back pocket. In the true spirit of the glass being half full, a later flight means that I can now go and get a 90 minute massage on my sore back this morning in my rather plush Bangalore hotel. After the week I’ve had, I think I deserve it.