When to Throw a "Hail Mary Pass"

No football fan (leave that to Pop!), I'm hardly conversant with the lingo.  The only familiar term is the "Hail Mary Pass,"  that last-ditch move made in desperation.  In the travel context, I sometimes think I must have invented the term.

Just a sprinkling of "Hail Mary Passes" over solo-traveling days:

* Moved home, company, and cats from Singapore to Hong Kong on USD125.  Landed home in Singapore late one night, heard "Sorry-lah, cannot" for the gazillionth time, and decided that was more than enough.  Landed in Hong Kong a week later, and flew courier to do it.  The trio of kitty-babies did just fine.  As for me, I love the place.

* How did I ever land in Asia to begin with?  Sorta-boyfriend rang at 3:25 a.m. California time, said, "I might have found you a job, get your passport."  Thought I was going to Bali, and wound up in the jungles of Borneo.  Turned out all right in the end, and even glad to get rid of the bf, ultimately.

* En route to a conference in Montreal, realized there was nowhere near enough money for hotels and all.  Made a left turn on the interstate, and wound up in Buffalo.  Great summer!

So, with varying degrees of ultimate success, every Hail Mary Pass has worked out in the end.  Maybe a little anxiety involved, but the worst part has always been just letting it fly.

Once more, a Hail Mary Pass launches Saturday.  I'll let you know how it goes.

When do you throw a Hail Mary Pass?  Whenever you're at your wits end.  When all other options seem to have evaporated.  When you're well and truly stuck.  Whenever you want to.  Put it out into the ethers that "this has to work!"  Ask your angels to protect you.  Grab your things and go!

Just guessing, but successfully completed Hail Mary Passes just might have a better average on the road than on the football field.  At least, that's how it has worked so far.  So, just let it fly, trust your luck and your angels, dash like mad to the end of the field, and catch your own football.

Let me know how your Hail Mary Passes go!

May your road rise to meet you - and your Hail Mary Passes get you to your end zone.
Ann

Room Disservice Is a Major Gripe for the Road Warrioress

The last time I experienced excellent room service was when I lived in the “Back of Beyond” – Balikpapan, in the jungles of Borneo.  I’d fill out my card before I went to bed and hang it on my doorknob, ordering breakfast for 6:15 a.m. delivery.  No later than 6:16, room service knocked.  And the eggs were hot, the toast was hot, the coffee was hot, and the orange juice refreshingly frigid.

I’ve pretty much abandoned room service ever since.  The price is atrocious, taxes and gratuities ferocious, and heaven help you if you do not tip the delivery person.  Burger buns are doughy puddles, eggs unrecognizable, and the temperature of everything on the plate is stone cold.

No, I loved my dual-voltage travel hot pot – until it died.  I could always manage to slip in instant noodles or soups, coffee and tea.  Nothing to brag about, only to stave off starvation in wee hours.  And unfortunately, better quality than room service indigestibles.

Now I rely on things on like packets of Ritz Big Cheese or granola bars.  I always hope for an in-room coffeemaker, and at least Stateside, am rarely disappointed.

For long-haul travelers, weird arrival times, crazy meeting schedules, and assorted headaches can make room service urgently needed.  For the Road Warrioress, many hate (even fear) eating alone in a hotel restaurant, thus prefer room service.  But I never count on it anymore.  All too often, you’re better off if you’re self-sufficient.  Or head for McDonald’s.  They seem to land on every street corner around the world, and you can get there faster than room service can find you on the 35^th floor in Building D.

When you check in, how long does it take you to walk from the front desk to find your room?  Count on room service to take at least that long - once they finish preparing your order, fixing your tray, and finding a spare room service waiter.

TIP:  Ask which is the best Chinese, Thai or pizza restaurant that delivers to the hotel.  Have the front desk call in your order while you check in since they have name and number.  Somehow restaurant delivery will find your room faster than room service ever could, and arrive with hot, delicious food minutes after you arrive! 

Got any Room Service Gems?  Dish, dish!  Share the good news!  Got any horror stories?  Share them, too.  Forewarned is forearmed – with Ritz crackers.

May your road rise to meet you!

Ann