Betrayed, Burnt, & Bitten
So… what started as a simple trip turned into a full-blown 7,000-mile odyssey of chaos, corporate betrayal, laughter, concrete floors, dodgy food, burnt skin, and mosquito bites the size of grapes. Went to see my YouTube coach in Austin Texas, and all seemed good in the world, a new city for me and warm sunshine in the last weeks of October, unheard of in England. ✈️ Austin, Texas — The Warm-Up When I finally landed in Austin, I was excited, tired and awake when the whole city slept, half-zombie. But boy what a city! Austin’s got this brilliant energy, live music on every corner, barbecue that smells like heaven, and people who actually smile at you (madness, I know). It’s not at all like the UK, it's louder, it's hotter, it's beautifully strange, even the homeless group I found under a bridge loved to listen to me and offered me some kind of broth, all that and with better brisket what was not to love. My 1-2-1 coaching with Vendy went so much better than expected too. It was the perfect warm-up for what was to come: Cancun. And that’s where everything changed. ✈️ Dallas, Texas — The Betrayal I left the calm, picture-perfect hills of the Cotswolds, where even the sheep look relaxed, to head off on what I thought would be a smooth little getaway. How naïve of me. Somewhere between Austin and Cancun, the travel gods decided to have a laugh and made Dallas happen. My “short” transfer flight via Dallas turned into a 24-hour survival challenge on the hard concrete floor of the airport, rude, and noisy municipal workers, a pick pocket who thought I was asleep, ejected from the airport with no boarding pass or signal by a dickhead security guard, and with limited fucks given by American Airlines (now forever known as Wankers). No bed. No blanket. No dignity. No food. No luggage. Closed Bathrooms. 3 hour long queues, and the last stale cheese sandwich that tasted like regret. The food? Awful. The airline? American Airlines — Awful never again! The experience? Character-building… apparently.