IdleRich
IdleRich
I did yeah, in fact I was openly masturbating, I just didn't see that as a reason to deny me a drink.
Really Shit Travelling Experiences
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IdleRich
IdleRich
You're answering a different question though. I am asking whether you think I'm morally justified in trying to get the same thing refunded by both companies, not whether we will actually get it.
Easyjet cancelled a flight and so she had no choice but to pay for 2 days in this place. I think that Easyjet morally should pay for those days. I don't know whether they will or not, they have told her to apply, but I think she is within her rights to make that attempt.
While she was in the place it flooded and airbnb have - as they ought - already paid back half of the cost.
My point is that in each individual case both companies ought to refund her for the costs or problems incurred by issues they caused - but it does seem slightly paradoxical in that if they do both refund her then she will actually end up having made money cos half of the airbnb will have been refunded twice. Do you think that she is justified in attempting to do that? I personally do but I would be interested to hear what others think on the subject.
Again, I'm not talking about what the law is or whether she is likely to get it, but I'm just asking if you think she is justified in trying to get refunded by both companies even though that would mean that she ends up making money?
IdleRich
IdleRich
She is going to apply for all of the following refunds.
Train from Dusseldorf to The Hague, missed connection and so she had to get loads of extra connections and got there really late. I think she intends to apply for something and she may or may not get some or all of the money back.
AirBnB part 1 - the first one was cancelled with no warning. She had to book another at the last minute and pay a premium for it. She is applying to be refunded for the cancelled one (and I think they already have done) but she is also saying that she paid top dollar due to having to buy at the last minute and that that was Airbnb's fault in that they had told her she had a place already booked. She is hoping to get some or all of the difference in price, and also the travel costs from the original place to the one where she actually stayed, paid back by AirBnB. The moral justification seems obvious there but whether she will get it I don't know.
Easyjet - cancelled their flight and said as long as she gets on the next Easyjet flight to Lisbon (which is on Weds) then they will refund the cost of the replacement flight, though she will have to fill in some forms. So, although she has not got it yet, she hopes to get that refunded. Additionally, the fact that they said she had to stay until Wednesday to get the free flight literally forced her to stay in Amsterdam for two more days and so she had to pay for an Airbnb and food - she is hoping to be repaid for both of those and at the moment I think Easyjet have said "maybe" and she has to fill in some forms for both of them.
AirBnB part 2 - the place where she stayed in Amsterdam is a basement flat and it had no lock on the door. As a result someone opened the door during the night (hopefully by accident but possibly with malicious intent) and the basement flooded. As a result of this AirBnB have refunded half of the price of the stay, so I guess that bit is dealt with.
So the thing is, there are numerous compensations involved here to which I think she is justified - some have been dealt with (the airbnb accommodation ones), some have been promised but not yet actioned (the Easyjet replacement flight), some they have said "maybe but you need to apply" (the extra costs accrued as a result of the errors of Easyjet and Airbnb but where the money did not go to them), and finally, some she hasn't really looked into yet (the first train journey).
Train from Dusseldorf to The Hague, missed connection and so she had to get loads of extra connections and got there really late. I think she intends to apply for something and she may or may not get some or all of the money back.
AirBnB part 1 - the first one was cancelled with no warning. She had to book another at the last minute and pay a premium for it. She is applying to be refunded for the cancelled one (and I think they already have done) but she is also saying that she paid top dollar due to having to buy at the last minute and that that was Airbnb's fault in that they had told her she had a place already booked. She is hoping to get some or all of the difference in price, and also the travel costs from the original place to the one where she actually stayed, paid back by AirBnB. The moral justification seems obvious there but whether she will get it I don't know.
Easyjet - cancelled their flight and said as long as she gets on the next Easyjet flight to Lisbon (which is on Weds) then they will refund the cost of the replacement flight, though she will have to fill in some forms. So, although she has not got it yet, she hopes to get that refunded. Additionally, the fact that they said she had to stay until Wednesday to get the free flight literally forced her to stay in Amsterdam for two more days and so she had to pay for an Airbnb and food - she is hoping to be repaid for both of those and at the moment I think Easyjet have said "maybe" and she has to fill in some forms for both of them.
AirBnB part 2 - the place where she stayed in Amsterdam is a basement flat and it had no lock on the door. As a result someone opened the door during the night (hopefully by accident but possibly with malicious intent) and the basement flooded. As a result of this AirBnB have refunded half of the price of the stay, so I guess that bit is dealt with.
So the thing is, there are numerous compensations involved here to which I think she is justified - some have been dealt with (the airbnb accommodation ones), some have been promised but not yet actioned (the Easyjet replacement flight), some they have said "maybe but you need to apply" (the extra costs accrued as a result of the errors of Easyjet and Airbnb but where the money did not go to them), and finally, some she hasn't really looked into yet (the first train journey).
Mr. Tea
Shub-Niggurath, Please
A good response might have been "Well why were you staring at my cock?"
shakahislop
Well-known member
There's an incredibly boring forum called FlyerTalk where people who spend all thier time debating plane seats and the financial sustainability of new turkish airlines routes ('new turkish routes for September just dropped'). If you can bear it those people will know everything about easyJet compensation
shakahislop
Well-known member
I spent a few days in a shipping container in Kabul reading those forums, it was a bleak mini-chapter in my life
IdleRich
IdleRich
Above I mentioned a journey we made to Russia that was as a whole an enormous fuck up, but there was one bit of it where we had to buy a replacement flight on Turkish airlines from Barcelona (where we should never have even been) to Yekaterinberg (which we didn't particularly want to go to) via Istanbul (which neither of us had ever dreamed we would go near). The flight was delayed and we missed our connection in Istanbul but the airline (admitting after having being delayed and necessitated us to stay overnight in Turkey, which in turn meant we needed to get a visa) was brilliant - they put us up in a five star hotel and authorised us to have breakfast, lunch and dinner there, and they drove us from the airport to the hotel, plus back from the hotel to the replacement flight the next day. Also everyone in the airport and around was friendly, helpful... the difference between the level of friendliness and helpfulness of the average Turkish soldier guarding the airport in Istanbul and someone in Barcelona whose job was apparently to provide information and help to travellers was profound.
woops
is not like other people
last night after five ( or maybe six (or it might of been 4 actually i cant remember) cocktails with a friend of mine who sometimes posts on this forum @luka and a friend, i decided that given the current state of train strike in london id not get a bus or a train (or helicopter etc) but rather a black cab as i favourr black cabs over uber cabs because i think black cabs are better than uber cabs because theyre better. eadily accomplished as i wwlked from the cocktail bar (bidding @luka cheerio as i made my way) down a road to a road with a black taxi going down it, orange light proclaiming the driver's willingness to transport me to a destination of my choosing(or rather not of my choosing cos i was going home which was non optional at the time but i dogress) seating myself in the back seat of this vehicle, i took a seat and commanded my new chauffeur to take me direct to my local establishment - the Rochester Castle which is run by a bloke called Wetherspoon's - seems like a nice guy.
Said cabbie without further discussion set off with my destination his goal - but he immediately enmired himself in traffic at the bottom of blackfriars bridge and i owed him a tenner before we'd even crossed the river. never mind i thought to myself i can easily afford twenty or even twenty five (0r thirty come to that) pounds of taxi fare given my flush finances of that moment, but still the hackney carriage made only grinding progress through city congestion. it was a while befoe we made it to FarRingdon but still i kept my famous patience as the cabman told me essex road had been declared a north london crime scene and he would therefore be taking me on a diversion down a digferent route to the one he would ordibarily have taken me aling (in other words an alternative street). at one stage i found myself thinking i might as well get out and take a taxi, omnly to immediately realise i was already in a taxi which meant it would be pointless to get out of the taxi only to get into another taxi cab.
as we crept inch by inch to highbury cirber i realised to my horrir (and surprise) that the meter was also creeping, in the meter's case towards a total of forty pounds. i decided to ask my driver to take me to my home address rather than to Wetherspoon's house after all which he promptly did. feeling a certain largesse, i made ready to tell him to call it 45 pounds only to eealise to my sirprise (not to say horror) that the meter already said 45 pounds. i paid this sum with sang froid and (after dropping my stuff in the houe (where i live)) walked the rest of the way to the rochester where i immediately drank strija and beer and knock off buckfast and smoked at least 14 fags.
Said cabbie without further discussion set off with my destination his goal - but he immediately enmired himself in traffic at the bottom of blackfriars bridge and i owed him a tenner before we'd even crossed the river. never mind i thought to myself i can easily afford twenty or even twenty five (0r thirty come to that) pounds of taxi fare given my flush finances of that moment, but still the hackney carriage made only grinding progress through city congestion. it was a while befoe we made it to FarRingdon but still i kept my famous patience as the cabman told me essex road had been declared a north london crime scene and he would therefore be taking me on a diversion down a digferent route to the one he would ordibarily have taken me aling (in other words an alternative street). at one stage i found myself thinking i might as well get out and take a taxi, omnly to immediately realise i was already in a taxi which meant it would be pointless to get out of the taxi only to get into another taxi cab.
as we crept inch by inch to highbury cirber i realised to my horrir (and surprise) that the meter was also creeping, in the meter's case towards a total of forty pounds. i decided to ask my driver to take me to my home address rather than to Wetherspoon's house after all which he promptly did. feeling a certain largesse, i made ready to tell him to call it 45 pounds only to eealise to my sirprise (not to say horror) that the meter already said 45 pounds. i paid this sum with sang froid and (after dropping my stuff in the houe (where i live)) walked the rest of the way to the rochester where i immediately drank strija and beer and knock off buckfast and smoked at least 14 fags.
Mr. Tea
Shub-Niggurath, Please
I haven't used a London black cab in years, but by the sound of it they charge per minute, so if you get stuck in stationary traffic then it's tough shit.
First time I went to New Orleans, I had to go via Fort Worth, TX - unfortunately, a felon with my name had just done something naughty and then jumped state, so I was detained for hours. At one point, the chubby, friendly Latina fed interviewing me put a box of latex gloves on the table, so I really thought I was going to get my arsehole poked. I know it’s not Guantanamo Bay, but it's pretty depressing sitting in a holding cell, being glared at by guys with massive belts dripping guns, tasers and nasty-looking canisters. Missed the connection and only narrowly got a late-night flight to NOLA, where a 400lb man sat on me for two hours.
Also went to Malta with food poisoning once, which got so bad I had to see a doctor – and I DID get my arsehole poked. I’ve no clue why – I’ve since asked medical bods if that’s standard procedure for food poisoning, and they all said no…so I’m assuming he was just a pervert. Either way, I sprayed liquid crap all over his hand and the examination couch, so it couldn’t have been worth it…unless he was into that sort of stuff? He gave me some pills that turned my shit green and I spent the next 3 days in the hotel, shitting green poo, smoking Marlboro Reds and watching MTV. But I did lose 1 stone.
I had to go to Aberdeen for work a couple of times – I don’t need to expand on this, right? One time, I was flying back from Cyprus but the baggage handlers had just gone on strike, so BA coached us to this hotel and gave us all a free meal voucher and a £5 allowance for phone calls (asked if I could use the £5 for bar money and got a predictably snotty response). Ended up sitting with the world’s most boring man, who was banging on about how he’d married his childhood sweetheart and how his kids were top of the class, and trying to show me pics of a weather balloon that had drifted into his back garden. I couldn’t even get pissed at the bar because I was out of Euros and the hotel was miles from an ATM, so I just turned in at 9pm and spent an hour drawing rude cartoons and writing insulting comments inside the free local info mag, for the next guest to read.
I knew you were going to have a grim experience as soon as I read this.
Also went to Malta with food poisoning once, which got so bad I had to see a doctor – and I DID get my arsehole poked. I’ve no clue why – I’ve since asked medical bods if that’s standard procedure for food poisoning, and they all said no…so I’m assuming he was just a pervert. Either way, I sprayed liquid crap all over his hand and the examination couch, so it couldn’t have been worth it…unless he was into that sort of stuff? He gave me some pills that turned my shit green and I spent the next 3 days in the hotel, shitting green poo, smoking Marlboro Reds and watching MTV. But I did lose 1 stone.
I had to go to Aberdeen for work a couple of times – I don’t need to expand on this, right? One time, I was flying back from Cyprus but the baggage handlers had just gone on strike, so BA coached us to this hotel and gave us all a free meal voucher and a £5 allowance for phone calls (asked if I could use the £5 for bar money and got a predictably snotty response). Ended up sitting with the world’s most boring man, who was banging on about how he’d married his childhood sweetheart and how his kids were top of the class, and trying to show me pics of a weather balloon that had drifted into his back garden. I couldn’t even get pissed at the bar because I was out of Euros and the hotel was miles from an ATM, so I just turned in at 9pm and spent an hour drawing rude cartoons and writing insulting comments inside the free local info mag, for the next guest to read.
I knew you were going to have a grim experience as soon as I read this.
