Travel Nightmares - Are we on the wrong bus?

At 17, I decided to take my girlfriend to Jamaica for a holiday. As soon as we got of the plan we felt intimidated. All these huge black guys looking at me and my girlfriends breasts. After immigration, we went to look for our tour rep, she says to us “Bus 46 mannn” Ok I thought, should be easy enough. As soon as we got out side the terminal, 2 guys grabbed our bags. It was raining hard, I felt tied from the 12 hour flight from London, this was my first time away from home without mum and dad and being honest, I felt scared.

Running to the bus as quick as we could, the men with our bags were shouting to many bus drivers in their own language which is miz English, French and a little of their own. All of the sudden the men are loading our bags onto Bus number 12. I thought hang on, we are fresh of the plane, big money in our pockets, the tour rep said bus 46, why are they loading our bags on the wrong bus? Something has gone wrong. I tried explaining this to the men and they told us that the bus had changed. We sat on the bus alone still trying to figure out what to do, what made things worse was that we couldn’t see any other tourists. At this time my mind was sure they put us on the wrong bus so I asked them to take our bags of the bus, so we could check for our selves. They simply said “No mannn” That was it, I started to panic, my girlfriend started to panic too as she could see how worried I was.

The men are laughing and calling their friends over, this just made the situation worse. In the end, the guys did unload our bags and we then tried making our way back to the terminal, but we couldn’t find it. Getting in a right state, I decided to just jump in a taxi and head to the hotel ourselves. I was still confused and scared at this point, it seemed so much had happened in the last 15minutes. I remember thinking I just wanted to go home.

After an hour or so driving, the driver stopped the taxi and said he will be 2 minutes. A young white guy and a young lady with big tits sitting in a mini van in the middle of know where made things worse when all of the sudden a big group of people came to the car and started staring at us. This was not a tourist area in Jamaica, it seemed like we were in the middle of the jungle. I remember thinking, hurry up taxi driver, hurry the fuck up. 20 minutes later, the taxi driver returned smoking some ganja and offered some to us. I then thought he is trying to set us up, and started to worry more.

When we arrived at the hotel, still shaken up, we asked why they had put us on the wrong bus, the lady then confirmed that they did change the bus and apparently they spent an hour looking for us. All that worry for nothing. We decided to hit the pillow and start fresh the next day. By the end of our trip, we made so many friends, got to see some amazing things, swam with dolphins and was treated very well by the locals.

The moral of this story is: Don’t panic, when things start to go wrong, keep your cool and you’ll be in control. It’s hard to handle a sticky situation if you start losing it.

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I’ve got quite a few more travel nightmare stories which I’ll post later, however now I’m interested to hear about your traveling trips that turned sour!