Yesterday, I saw a great RT from Jocelyn Lowinger (@DrJoLow) on the subject of laughing at oneself:
I didn’t think that I’d be acting on its advice so soon, but such is the sometimes absurd nature of travel. Ridiculous situations do arise!
This morning, I woke at the horrifically early time of 4am to get on a plane to Derby for my next locum assignment. Having arrived safely at Derby Airport, I went searching for the “Derby Town Shuttle” which had been pre-booked to take me to the Hospital. I followed the signs to the shuttle, and hopped on the mini-bus with a bunch of other people all dragging suitcases and looking like they knew where they were going.
On the road out from the airport the bus driver announced “We’ll be stopping in the centre first for half an hour, and then I’ll take you all to your accommodation”. I thought.. that’s odd. Why would we need to stop in the centre of town for any length of time? Surely the hospital and various accommodation are all pretty close together. Maybe I could just walk to the hospital from the town centre…
My sense of alarm rose somewhat higher when the bus reached the highway and turned in the direction of “Broome” rather than “Derby”.
I whispered to the chap in the seat adjacent…”where did she say the bus was stopping first?”
“The detention centre”
Half an hour later we passed through a very official looking check point where a man boarded the bus to check our staff IDs. I thought for sure that I was going to be exposed to the entire bus-load of people! But, along with a few others who didn’t have staff IDs I waved my drivers licence and was not questioned. When we finally arrived at the immigration detention centre administration area so that we could “check in and get our rosters” I finally had to admit to the driver that I appeared to have gotten on the wrong bus.
Luckily, she was an absolute sweetheart who dropped me back at the hospital on her way through town, so I eventually arrived at work, two hours late and feeling rather sheepish. On the plus side I got to see a whole heap of the Kimberley landscape that I wouldn’t otherwise have seen!
But really, it was pretty funny.
Oh, and for anyone planning on travelling to Derby, the “Derby Town Shuttle” is actually just a taxi that looks the same as all the others. Be warned!
What hilarious travel situation have you got yourself into? C’mon! I can’t be the only one…