Showing posts with label airport. Show all posts
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Thursday, 23 July 2015

Cancun, Part 9, Leaving Mexico



Cancun, Mexico, January 2015

Leaving Mexico

So every holiday will come to an end. So did ours. We had booked one-way tickets from Cancun to Helsinki via Manchester through Condor. I had never heard of such an agency, but it's a good thing that we did, it turns out. Because there is an exit fee when you're leaving Mexico. Normally most airlines will automatically include this in the ticket fee, and there's no hassle at all. However, our flight to Manchester was operated by Thomas Cook Airlines, which mostly handles package holidays (you can imagine the sort of package holiday people from an industrial town in England that the plane was filled with!), and apparently Thomas Cook is one of the only two operators that do not include the exit tax in their prices, the other being Thomson, I believe. So you'd have to pay that at the airport when you depart. And for some reason this exit tax is 800 pesos ($54 or €47), which is massive high and in no way representative what the normal taxes included in an airline ticket amount for. So somebody somewhere is doing business, it seems.

Anyway, we were extremely lucky in that we had booked our flights through Condor, a German operator, that does include these taxes in their pricing. Therefore just by showing our Condor reservation confirmation at the Thomas Cook tax line we could get past them without paying.

But our return home wasn't to be that simple. Oh no no no. The airline officer behind the counter failed to acknowledge that we had bought tickets all the way to Helsinki. When we pointed this out, he said that we have to get our tickets to Helsinki from Manchester airport. Ok, fair enough, this is a common practice so I thought nothing of it, but when he gave us the tags for our luggage, they had only been checked in until Manchester. We asked about this, and he said that we'd have to pick them up there and check them in again. Now this would be a massive problem, because Len is a Russian citizen and doesn't have a visa for the UK. So it would be impossible for her to through the passport control to the baggage claim. We explained our issue to several airline workers and finally the boss of the boss of the boss or something understood the issue and checked in our baggage all the way to Helsinki.

In the middle of this hassle my printed booking confirmation was left behind in the possession of the airline worker and I only realised this once we had passed the security. Doesn't matter, I thought, you never need the printed confirmation anyway, your passport is always enough. Wrong again. When we reached Manchester airport we of course walked towards the transit area to have our boarding passes to Helsinki printed. But for some reason Manchester airport has a security check before the transit desk. And they ask for travel documents there. I'm not quite sure how that is supposed to make sense, but there we were, stuck in security without the printed confirmation that was left behind in Mexico. Luckily I remembered that I still have the confirmation somewhere hidden in my email account. After struggling to get the airport Wi-Fi to work on my phone, I finally managed to find it and we passed the security. Surely we'd be fine now. Nope.

There was a huge line for the transit desk and one person working behind it. The whole crew seemed to be at a loss and didn't appear to know what they were doing. It took at least 10-15 minutes to figure out the boarding passes for each passenger, and they were also allowing people with earlier flights to pass everyone else in the line (understandably so, but this also meant that our comfortable layoff of more than three hours started to seem short). Finally we got to the counter. "Sorry, you're flying with Finnair, I'm not trained for the system they use." So our only option was to leave our details with another airline worker and make our way to the gate to have our boarding passes printed. Only there was no information about the gate. We just had to wait. Less than 40 minutes before the flight was scheduled to leave, and we're there with no boarding passes and no idea which end of the airport the flight will be leaving from.

But all's well that ends well. We made our flight and managed to reach Helsinki fine. Just an example of the frustration that travelling can sometimes bring along it. But hey, it makes decent stories later on and you can laugh about it later on! And there's never been any problem too big. That's why travelling is so rewarding.

P.S. Don't fly with Thomas Cook, they ask for money even for water and the majority of the movies they show on their flights. We managed to get free glass of water "from the back" by asking nicely, but otherwise they'd sell you a water bottle.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Cancun, Part 1, Getting in



Cancun, Mexico, January 2015

Getting in

We had been in Florida for holidays for some weeks before with my family and while the rest of them travelled back home for New Year, we decided to extend our trip and explore new places, just like we always do. We cancelled our flights back and looked for a decent option to spend the New Year at. Having discarded Jamaica and the Dominican Republic for various reasons, we decided to opt for Cancun. It sounded like an easy enough town to start the whole "Mexican experience" without having to worry about drug cartels and what-have-you, often associated with the country, especially among the paranoid amongst us.

The problem was, however, we were only booking this trip less than a month in advance, so accommodation was scarce. And the little that we found was extremely expensive. So we decided to spend New Year in Miami Beach instead (I know what you're thinking: "surely Miami Beach on New Year is even more expensive!", but we managed to bunk there for free at a friend's place), and fly to Cancun only on January 2nd. Miami was a natural choice, since the flight from there is mere 1,5 hours and not overly expensive. We also managed to book a flight from Cancun back to Helsinki via Manchester for a reasonable price, so we were all set.

Welcome to Mexico


Arrival was a bit hectic to say the least, and not just because of the long and slow-moving lines before the passport control. We had contacted our hotel beforehand asking about airport pick-up. Whilst they said they don't arrange such a thing, they said that they "had a guy, who can pick us up for $25", so having emailed them our flight information, we considered the matter resolved. However, when we arrived there was nobody to meet us. I phoned the hotel and they seemed to be unaware of such an arrangement, and just told us to grab a taxi, which should be $25.

However, the taxi company informed us that the fare would be $64, well over our budget (and not to mention we didn't carry that much dollars with us anyway). Haggling did us no good either. One younger guys did approach us and told us to come with him to the "other parking lot" and he'd take us downtown for $25, but the idea of leaving the crowded area for a remote location with an unlicensed driver in Mexico just didn't feel right for me. Guess that's the paranoia creeping in, or maybe it was a smart move, don't know, and I'm fine with not knowing.

However, the eventual trip downtown proved to be rather simple, so this is what we recommend. There were busses leaving for the ADO bus station in the centre every half an hour and for some five bucks we were on our way, after wondering for a while why there were young girls in bikinis waiting for the same bus. Surely airport doesn't have a beach? They didn't even have any bags with them. Maybe they were robbed by an illegal taxi driver? My friend Marta was staring at the stars with an absent peaceful expression on her face and feeling the ocean breeze on her skin. Her tranquillity was switched to shock when she saw the district we were planning to stay at and our room.

What Marta was expecting to see...
 
...and what she saw

To be continued...