Travel Gone Wrong… and How to Make the Most of It Anyway

Travel is not always a smooth journey with pretty photos and perfect weather. Sometimes things go wrong when traveling. In fact, it’s nearly impossible to avoid at least some sort of travel blunder, whether it’s as minor as plans going wrong or as detrimental as being in the midst of violent situations.

Yet, there is always a lesson to be learned and sometimes there is even a silver lining to what might seem like the end of the world in the moment. These real life stories from experienced travelers will tell you all about when travel went wrong for them, and how they made the most of it anyway.

Stranded in Kenya

Aaron of Amble Unbound

Had I been paying attention, I would have bought a different ticket, for a time much later than 4am. But as it was, I found myself walking to the bus station in the middle of the night, shivering at the chill in the air. I boarded that tin bucket on wheels, flimsy as an empty beer can and prayed I’d make it one piece. I was leaving Mombasa, Kenya and bound for Tanzania and a ride I’ll never forget.

Soon after departing, we reached a small river and a ferry crossing, and were instructed to deboard, hop the ferry behind the bus and climb back on again, once we touched land on the other side. Easy enough. Upon reaching the south shore however, I lost sight of my bus as it pulled off the ferry and disappeared behind the mass of crowds and old buildings. And I ran after it.

30 minutes of searching however yielded no bus to be found and the sudden realization that it left without me. “Oh no! My passport, phone, clothes, IPod and credit cards were all securely stored away in the overhead compartment… without ME!” My skin crawled with sweat and turned clammy and grey. Terror and nausea griped my stomach because I was clueless as to how to proceed. I was stranded alone in Kenya with no passport or suitcase! I started walking down the road, convinced any movement at all was better than doing nothing.

But suddenly, I took a deep breathe, relaxed my shoulders and smirked a little. I decided this wasn’t the end of the world. I was still alive and remembered that a positive attitude can make or break me. I chose to feel empowered rather than helpless, and determined over feeling abandoned. I walked another 5 minutes before I stumbled upon a small, wooden shack that happened to be a bus station. I met other passengers in the same predicament as I was. From the same bus!

We laughed and became fast friends. A short while later, I hoped on a different bus, bound in the same direction. A few hours later, I caught up with that other bus at the Tanzanian border and was reunited with my things! A positive attitude really does bring about positive opportunities. Now if only I can convince border patrol to give me a visa…

Robbed in Saigon

Ayngelina of Bacon is Magic

One hour after I arrived I was robbed in Saigon. Wallet, camera and passport were ripped from my body by scooter driving thieves. Locals watched with horror and while we didn’t share the same language they motioned for me to stay as they called someone. Within a few minutes English speaking locals arrived on scooters, drove me to the police station and acted as translators. Afterwards they left wishing me luck and asking for nothing.

Locals at the consulate were so concerned my holiday would be ruined they processed the passport application immediately and told me to keep my original plans to travel to Hanoi and emailed me every day, finally with instructions on where to pick up my temporary password. I left the country not feeling the sting from the thieves but the generosity and kindness of locals.

Not All Destinations Are Paradise

Hannah of GettingStamped

Traveling surely isn’t always rainbows and butterflies. There have been several times we get to a destination with high hopes and are completely let down and are counting down the days until we leave. This happened to us when we were on the island of Langkawi in Malaysia, it just wasn’t for us. There was nothing terribly wrong with it, it was just missing something. We already had flights bought departing Langkawi so we had to stay…we kept seeing signs for speed boats to Koh Lipe Thailand. After another day we said screw it let’s hop on a boat to this mystery Thai island we have never heard of.

90 minutes later on a bumpy speed boat we arrived to Koh Lipe. It looked like paradise before we had even stepped foot on the beach. We found ourselves a $30 night beach hut, had the best Thai curry in our lives while our toes were sunk in the sand. We didn’t want to leave, Koh Lipe has become our favorite place in the world and we have since returned. We turned our around and ended up finding our happy place.

Car Wreck in Iceland

Jennifer of Made all the Difference Travel Blog

I was into the last leg of my Iceland winter road trip. I had about 5 hours of driving and 4 days left until I was due back to Reykjavik. I had made it almost 800 miles around and all the way though the North Iceland, though three snowstorms, white out conditions, and high winds. I had spent all week being excited about visiting Snæfellsnes Peninsula. The weather had been listed as clear with a high chance of solar activity for the previous week. I checked the weather before I headed from North Iceland and my clear sky was gone. I was so disappointed since this was my last real opportunity to see the northern lights. I was about 20 mins from my hostel when I felt my rental car lose traction.

I did my best to get out of the slide but it wasn’t happening and into the guard rail I went. The car stopped sliding and I just sat in my car for a couple mins just being thankful that there was a guard rail. I glance at my cell phone and realize I have no idea the Iceland emergency number (112) or where exactly I am. I grab my flash light and go check out the damage. I have destroyed the corner of the bumper and a cosmetic damage to the side. It looks drivable. I get back in and start the car up. I make it to my hostel and call my rental car company. They were more concerned about me then the car. In the end, I did $1,800 US of damage and am forever thankful my credit card comes with car issuance. I did get to see the northern lights later that night so the day ended on a high note.

Stuck in Mexico City

Danielle of The Thought Card

I have lots of fond memories from my recent trip to Ecuador but getting there was a nightmare. To save money on flights, my friends and I booked a connecting flight with AeroMexico. The first leg went well but the layover in Mexico City was a complete disaster.

When it was finally time to board the plane, instead of calling zone numbers, the attendant shouted “cancelado” over the loudspeaker. Cotopaxi, a volcano that had been dormant for over 130 years had just erupted. The next available flight was in 3 days.

Since it was getting late, we decided to stay at the airport and slept on chairs. The next morning after a healthy serving of huevos rancheros, my boyfriend playfully took out a deck of cards. We spent the entire day playing card games and had so much fun that we didn’t notice our flight had been rescheduled. We were finally on our way to Quito!

When things go wrong, I find that humor can turn a negative experience into a positive one. I now joke with my friends, “Remember that time we were stuck in Mexico City for 17 hours.” “Yeah, how could I forget?”

Theft in Barcelona and Cinque Terre

Roxanne of Head 2 Heels

Last year after I quit my full time job, I decided to take a two month vacation; 3 and half weeks in Dubai and the remaining in a few European cities.

I’ll cut to the bad parts right away. My wallet got picked in Barcelona. I was leaving to go to Brussels the very next day and I had 5 euros in hand at this time. My ATM cards were gone as well as all my spare cash, including Indian money. I had to go to the cops in the metro station to report it (since it most possibly happened there). The Airbnb I stayed at had some lovely people. A girl who I met that very same day and who I was sightseeing with lent me 50 euros (which I repaid when I met her in Paris) and the Peruvian couple gave me enough change for my bus fare to the airport. We cooked dinner and stayed in that night and went clubbing soon after. They helped me cheer up. Thankfully I had family in Brussels who I was staying with for a couple of days, so they gave me one of their ATM cards along with a consent letter for the rest of my trip.

A couple of weeks later on the same trip, my phone got lost/stolen in Cinque Terre. This was a much bigger blow and I was really down. As a blogger, I needed my phone for images and social media and this left me so anxious (first world problems!) My Italian host who was this elderly lady who couldn’t communicate in English too well bought me some gelato and was very kind. I used my iPad for the rest of my trip. Good news is, a couple actually found my phone and managed to track me via my blog’s facebook page. By the time this happened, I was already on the lookout for a new phone back in India and this couple went back home (Florida). But as coincidence would have had it, they stayed close by to someone who I knew and whose mother was visiting. I had to wait another 2 months to get my phone in my hands. I’m still using the phone!

Left in La Paz (Bolivia, that is)

Steve of In The Know Traveler

After treating myself to luxuries in a fairly posh downtown hotel after a month-long excursion through Peru and into the Altiplano, I caught a cab up to El Alto airport. Mass confusion greeted me at the Aero Peru ticket counter, with voices in several languages rising in both pitch and volume. I soon learned the airline had gone bankrupt and all flights had been canceled.

After consulting the ticket agents who basically parroted the management line, I quickly left to visit the downtown headquarters and sort things out. There I found my avatar –a middle-aged whirlwind of a woman, representing not only Aero Peru but a host of other airlines including American. She rebooked my flights back to the US, extended my hotel stay by 3 more days and gave me complimentary tickets to some major city attractions. She set me up with an airport limo in La Paz and even rebooked my shuttle at the airport back home – talk about service!

Surviving on the Kindness of Strangers

Ron of Active Planet Travels

While I was traveling through China, I had my identity stolen along with all of my credit cards and cash. Luckily, I had a small stash of cash that lasted me for about a week elsewhere in my backpack along with my passport. Originally thinking I was going to be fine while my Dad mailed out my extra credit cards, I had to travel for an additional 2 weeks until they came in the mail.

During this time, I was broke and had no money – just relying on the fellow backpackers I met in the hostel as well as the hospitality of a few locals who understood my situation and was able to put me up for a few nights. All in all, I learned a few very valuable lessons and that you should never underestimate the kindness of strangers in a strange land!

Violence in Kenya

Mar of Once in a Lifetime Journey

I have had the incredible misfortune of being caught up in a coup in Madagascar, shootings in Sudan and Nigeria, post election violence in Kenya, riots in Uganda and Malaysia, an entire cafe kidnapping in Australia, an earthquake in the Philippines and an entire lock down in Pakistan. If I didn’t know myself I would think I bring bad luck to those I visit!

The truth is that, if you travel to enough places with high instability and are on the road often enough, your chances of those things happening while you are there are high enough.
Perhaps the most relevant of those times was in Kenya, when the post election violence extended for well over six months yet we continued to travel in and out of the country every week when most airlines stopped flying and even the crew of those who still did chose to avoid the layover and return on the same flight back.

What we did to keep safe? We had a stash of cash in the client’s safe, an evacuation company at the ready should we have to be airlifted into safety and a satellite phone that would ensure connectivity even in the case of a break down. In the end, we never had to use any of that and with enough common senses judgement, we stayed safe throughout.

An Unexpected Turn of Events in Vietnam

Steph of Every Steph

Travel sometimes can go wrong, very wrong, as I discovered in Vietnam. I was in Mui Ne with a friend and we had spent a great day sandboarding at the sand dunes. We had rented a scooter for the day and we were on our way to another dune where we planned to watch the sunset… an amazing way to end the day right? But destiny had other plans for us.

At one point some men with green uniforms on the side of the road made us stop. They said that we were speeding and that we didn’t have the right documents, which wasn’t true, and asked for a huge sum of money (about $200) or to give them our scooter. We had heard stories of this happening often to tourists so we said no. We discussed quite a bit and things turned bitter. So bitter that one of the policemen kicked our bike with us still sitting on it. We fell and the cops started hitting us and kicking us on the floor. We fought back, and luckily none of us got badly injured. We were just very scared and shocked, we never imagined something like this could happen! While we were fighting some other cops took the bike and brought it away, and we ran away as soon as we could.

People in the village had seen this happen lots of times and asked if they could be of help. We called our hotel’s manager who told us to find a ride and go back. The owner of the rental place wasn’t surprised of hearing what happened and eventually he got his bike back a few days later by paying a little bribe. In the end, our resort’s manager reported the event for us to the police’s chief and we went on with our trip. We learnt our lesson, to be more careful when dealing with the police in developing countries…sometimes they are the bad ones!

Post-Party in Bogota

Gemma of Two Scots Abroad

I admit this is partly our fault but also Viva Colombia’s responsibility too. After a very heavy night out in Bogota (Colombia), Craig and I went to catch a flight to Santa Marta, the coast was calling. We checked in and the advisor wrote ‘gate 15’ on our ticket so off we popped to gate ‘quince.’ Super hungover I fell asleep, Craig checked the gate information, twice, and bought some snacks. I woke up a few hours later to confusion. Why were we still here? It later transpired that our flight was never from gate 15, Craig was misreading the board (it moved fast) and the tanoi did not reach our gate. We had to buy another set of tickets (with Avianca), wait an age on Viva Colombia returning our bags, and get on a correct flight to sunny Santa Marta. So the moral of the story is: do not party in Chapinero, Bogota the night before a flight!

Spooked in Koh Samui