This blog is dedicated to fellow planet dwellers, who love to travel, love the idea of travel, and who truly long to travel.
My addiction started when I traveled to a Club Med in the late 1970s. Little did I know that I would return as a 'Gracious Organizer' with six month contracts which allowed me, before the age of 30, to travel to Senagal, New Caledonia, Egypt, Tahiti, and the then undiscovered Cancun.
With the Club I traveled and lived in over 10 countries and changed my career from failing stand-up Comic to a fairly successful Manager for tour suppliers.
With that said I would like to invite you to share your travel experiences here.
I doesn't matter where you have journeyed the object here is to tell the world about your best, worst, funniest and most bizarre travel experiences.
My addiction started when I traveled to a Club Med in the late 1970s. Little did I know that I would return as a 'Gracious Organizer' with six month contracts which allowed me, before the age of 30, to travel to Senagal, New Caledonia, Egypt, Tahiti, and the then undiscovered Cancun.
With the Club I traveled and lived in over 10 countries and changed my career from failing stand-up Comic to a fairly successful Manager for tour suppliers.
With that said I would like to invite you to share your travel experiences here.
I doesn't matter where you have journeyed the object here is to tell the world about your best, worst, funniest and most bizarre travel experiences.
posted by Wanderlust at 2:24 PM
1 Comments:
You worked at Club Med? Me Too! Weirdest thing was trying to ship a dead guest home from Mexico. Since he was Jewish we had to do it before Friday at Sundown. By Thursday he was still stuck at the Mexican mortuary.
I had to travel down to it and listen to a guy how looked like lurch with one hazy blue china eye....no kidding he actually had a dog there with the same weird opaque eye.
Since he did not have a vehicle free we had to load the recently deceased into the back of my VW mini van. When we got to the airport the Mayan Indian baggage attendants refused to touch the coffin.
Along with the Aero Mexico, station manager, I had to load the body onto the conveyer belt and up into the belly of the EASTERN AIRLINES (am dating myself here) jet bound for Toronto.
Upon returning to the Club Med, my boss, clad in a pareo and carrying a cocktail, asked how everything had gone.
In no uncertain terms I told him that the next time someone died at Club Med on my watch, I would load them into a wheel chair, put on sunglasses and a hat, and wheel them to the departure gate and instruct the gate attendant the client was suffering from Montezuma's revenge. I would be easier getting a body out of Mexico this way!
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