Teen Talk Barbie once said, “Math is hard!” So is planning a trip about the world.
It feels like such a bourgeois thing to moan about, but trying to work out the logistics of this trip has been one of the more challenging projects that we’ve tackled as a couple. The fact is, I’m getting really, really tired of the planning phase. If I could leave tomorrow, I would; but the sad fact remains that we’re nearly five months away from our departure date. This doesn’t bode well.
Most of my weeks are an emotional roller-coaster that have begun to take on an eerie sameness. Sundays are trip planning days. The work week has swallowed me whole, and by the time Sunday rolls around I’ve been thinking excitedly about all the things I want to accomplish today. But after a few hours of research, we encounter some sort of a snag that discourages me thoroughly. It’s usually nothing big but, because these inevitable disappointments occur week after week, the effect is cumulative. If I read one more article about the weakened dollar, I think I’m going to die.
The most difficult part of planning has been figuring out an itinerary. Every time I think we’re close to finalizing it, we encounter some sort of setback. We have discovered that planning a round-the-world trip is a classic chicken-egg situation. One part of the process is so dependent upon the others that it is often difficult to know what to tackle first. But the general concensus seems to be that, once you’ve finalized your transportation plans, everything else falls into place. Unfortunately, it is also the part of the process that makes you want to tear your hair out. As Maikael said today, ”Buying this plane ticket is like buying a house: you’ll promise yourself when you’re done that you’ll never do it again.”
Last week, at the suggestion of our guide book, we consulted a local travel agent. When we handed over our two-page itinerary, I could see the panic streak across her eyes. “Have you ever helped anyone plan this kind of a trip before?” Maikael asked. “Well, not exactly,” she replied. “But I have helped people with international cruises.”
Clearly, we were on our own.
Today we took the monumental step of calling American Airlines ourselves to inquire about their OneWorld program. I’m not sure what we’ve been waiting for, but it felt like a big deal to acknowledge that we might be close to booking a ticket. After an hour on the phone, the usual Sunday disappointment set in. We learned what “stopovers” and “legs” really mean. We discovered that the OneWorld Alliance no longer serves a route from Bali to Australia. We learned that, if we purchased our tickets from France or England, they could be had for nearly $4,000 less.
We’re not exactly back to square one, but it sure feels like it.
