Good Travel Karma or the Cameraderie of Shared Travel Snafus

“Contrary to popular misconception, karma has nothing to do with punishment and reward. It exists as part of our holographic universe’s binary or dualistic operating system only to teach us responsibility for our creations-and all things we experience are our creations. ”

Sol Luckman

There I was having a lovely little holiday exploring the beautiful beaches of North Coast NSW. When meditating before planning my next sojourn, I became aware of the growing power of Cyclone Oma and all the possible implications of that creature for my travel plans.

So I contacted my friend in Sydney and changed my flight, hoping to avoid the worst of the changing weather.

I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after.” Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway

That night, the wind gathered power, waking me at least three times as it shook the windows, threatening to blast through.

The day before I left they had closed the beaches and as I left Lennox Head, taking the coastal road for the airport at Ballina, I got a glimpse of the wild, foaming surf which had reclaimed many beaches and was threatening the cliffs.

The wind seemed to have lessened by the time I reached the airport but a worker said it was touch and go as to whether the small plane from Sydney could land. The previous flight for another airline had been cancelled and buses were in the process of taking those passengers to Gold Coast airport to fly from there in a larger plane.

There’s something about travel snafus which causes all of us to turn to our fellow passengers in shared lament.

When things are going smoothly, we usually keep to ourselves and concentrate on our plans.

I was advised by the airline attendant that my plane was due to land on time….weather permitting. That’s when the young woman approached me and asked about the flight.

“Êtes-vous Francaise?” I asked noting her accent

“Oui” was her reply and so began a conversation commenced at 10.30am and ending on our arrival at Central Station where we finally went our separate ways at 7.30 in the evening. It was a great opportunity to practice my French and interpret the (many!) changes and instructions we were given as our flight was diverted to Brisbane unable to land in the high winds. After an hour we were bussed to Brisbane, another 3 hours away. As were were talking, sharing our travels, insights and philosophies of life, we dozed. I awoke, suddenly remembering that I was a member of Virgin lounge and could invite my travelling companion to join me before boarding the flight to Sydney.

If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.”

Frank A. Clark

We were both relieved to be able to have a bite to eat in a calm environment and hoped we had left all diversions behind. that this part of the journey would be smoother.

About 30 minutes out of Brisbane we hit some turbulence, sufficient to wake me out of a doze and remind me of the power of Oma.

Finally, we reached Central Staion , I was travelling North and my friend East. I helped her find her platform and was suddenly reminded of the helpful people I had met on train stations in France: travel cameraderie is truly international.

It would be another hour before I reached my dwstination due to trackwork in Sydny…and it was raining. Still, on the replacement bus I met a woman who was getting off at my stop and helped me find my way in the dark.

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.”


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