Trip cancelled…

Trip to Nabari
1: Going to Japan 2: Schedule for Nabari Trip 3: Not going to Japan after all..?
4: Booking a hostel 5: Host Family Info 6: Trip cancelled…

Well, what can I say? Destiny decided to pick the day I was supposed to be happy about preparing to go to Japan and finally spending some time with my girlfriend, but NOOOOOOUUUU, can’t have that now can we..? So it decided to pull prank after prank of friends getting hurt and turn the entire day into a museum trip of freaktacular misery… Siiiiiigh…

Anywho, skipping to the part relevant to this post, Madhatter and I aren’t going to Japan; the trip is cancelled. “Why?” you may ask. Well, the Goddesses of Destiny; What If, As If, and Fat Chance, decided that this was as good a day as any to fuck with us, so Madhatter came down with Mono (infectious mononucleosis, also called glandular fever or the kissing disease because it spreads via saliva). He swears that he hasn’t been making out with odd people though, but I don’t really trust his definition of odd…

Anywho, he felt too sick to travel, which is understandable. But here comes the kicker to the joke. When we booked the tickets back in March, Madhatter didn’t have enough money to pay for his ticket, meaning he couldn’t order it. Being the nice guy that I am, I offered to book it for him and he could pay be back whenever. This turned out to be the metal tip of the shoe that kicked me in the nuts, because when I went to cancel his ticket, I found out that I couldn’t cancel only his, but had to cancel the reservation itself, meaning his ticket AND mine (which in retrospect is slightly odd…).

Luckily, I was smart enough to invest in a cancellation insurance, meaning that we should get a majority of the money back IF Madhatter mails the doctor’s statement explicitly saying he was unfit for travel. If not, then he owes me a shit load of money… So while I don’t blame him for getting sick and cancelling, I’m still rather annoyed that I had to miss out on Japan because of it, and potentially lose all the money for the ticket that took me 7 months of getting up at 5 AM every other weekend to sort mail for 3 hours and spend the next 7 hours riding a fully loaded, 80-something kilogram heavy bike to deliver the mail to save up to. So let that be a lesson to you; never book a ticket with anyone else, should the unlikely occur, you’ll be paying for it too.

LATER EDIT: My suspicion about the illness not being Mono, due to the lack of more or less… 60-70% of the symptoms, has been confirmed by Madhatter’s own doctor. The first doc was apparently to busy with wanting to go on his own vacation to bother with a proper check-up, and has thus ruined mine. Thank you, Dr. Shithead, much appreciated, really helped strengthen my trust in Danish doctors, you fucking idiot. In reality, Madhatter had almost completely recovered only 2 days later, in time for the flight (though just barely), but by then the tickets had already been cancelled. Great call, Doc, great call…

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