
After a pretty ordinary start to the year, with my mother becoming ill and then passing away, I finally managed to get away on my first business trip for the year. I cancelled this trip twice before, and then delayed it again, but at last, I was on my way.
I had an excellent first week in Europe. I was actually travelling on a round the world fare (which is the cheapest way to visit the US from here) spending my first week in Europe, and the second in the US. There were several stops involved along the way, far more than was allowed for in my RTW fare, so for the first week, I tranversed Europe by train, which was a first for me. Normally in the past, I would have flown, but found the train a refreshing change. In the past, I've often thought the train would be too slow, but to the contrary, I actually found it worked better for me time wise. Rather than spend two hours before and after every transfer with dead time in airports and getting from the airport to the central business district of each city, taking the train allows you to only get the station just before it is due to leave. They also tend to depart and arrive in central city locations, so you don't have the lost time heading out to the airport when you leave, or transferring in from the airport when you arrive. Highly recommended.
With the first trip of this year I was however still to be caught out. Something was to again get in my way, and make me wonder if this trip after two cancellations and one postponement was ever meant to happen...
...and its name was Eyjafjallajokull.
Yep, I took the "Chunnel" Eurostar from Paris to London, popped up in London, only to find I was stuck, thanks to the volcanic ash in Iceland.
Don't feel too sorry for me. I've been stranded in far worse places than London, and while my heart goes out to the holiday makers that are travelling on their own funds, being caught there during business travel was not a massive hardship, just a little frustrating when I realised I was not going to be able to get to the US for my meetings.
For the first couple of days (which was a weekend) I just kept extending my stay at the hotel on a day by day basis and monitored the situation. When I then rang our corporate travel agent on the Monday, she rightly recommended that I grab a seat on the following weekend flight (which was the first available seat in any case) and wait and see if the flights recommence. After the second day of being stranded, the hotel rates were starting to increase which annoyed me a bit, but I spent the time catching up with reports in my room, and phoning/emailing clients in the US apologising for my no show.
By the Tuesday of the following week though, I was starting to think that it was all a bit pointless, and then it struck me. I should be using this time better. I started going through my emails and address book, and made a few phone calls. Before I knew it, I had a day trip planned up into Northern England to visit a potential customer by train. I had a lunch date with an existing customer. I had meetings and lunch another day with one of our shipping brokers. Last, but not least, I used the fact that I was nearly in the same time zone as mainland Europe to phone customers who I didn't see in the first week and conducted a number of meetings by phone.
In the end, the second week was actually quite fruitful. I managed to conclude some new business in the week itself, and one of the companies I visited came back with orders only a couple of weeks after I returned to Oz with minimal follow up. Well worth it!
The trip home was a long one. The airports ended up opening up fully on the Friday at the end of the first week, and I took that flight that my agent had booked. It went from London to Los Angeles direct, followed by an 11 hour gap and then I could catch my original flight home from Los Angeles via Brisbane. So yes, I took two long haul flights back to back. As horrible as that sounds though, I chose to exit the airport at LA, went to a nearby hotel (Sheraton Gateway Los Angeles, basic but comfortable), showered and rested, and then returned to the airport and flew home.
...and the amazing thing was I didn't get any significant jet lag after getting back! I think my body clock was just so far out of whack it gave up and reset itself.
So, if you are ever stuck somewhere, or left in a situation that was not what you had planned, don't despair. It doesn't get you anywhere stressing over lost opportunities. What are the new opportunities in front of you now? How can you use the time and situation to get something else useful done? You'll surprise yourself.
Later.