Experience trumps expectations in my travels.
Experience, it is said, is a great teacher. Given these four experiences I could have coped with ignorance.
My dear wife and I set out from Wellington to New York – a long planned trip. That was the easy bit. Here are four expectations we made, make that I made, that were not met.
One: if it’s ok internationally, it’s ok domestically. I bought a couple of little bottles of whisky at Auckland airport – about 200 mls each – enough for a few drinks including on the night we arrived in New York after 23 hours of travelling. No problem having them in my hand luggage on an international flight. So they stayed there for the domestic leg. Never even thought about moving them. No, no says the National Safety Administration lady at LAX, each one is over the allowable liquid limit so either check the bag through or surrender them. The booze was NZ20.00 and a second checked bag was USD 25.00. So you do the maths. Arriving in New York was a dry argument.
Two: if an airlines offers food for sale, then there is actually food available. What a silly idea. We flew United from Los Angeles to New York, a five hour plus flight leaving at 4.15pm. Ok so we’ll have dinner on board and pay for it, no problem. Well no. Big problem. The airline ran out of food. We are seated half way down economy class and had picked out what we wanted from the five more meals sized items on the menu. By the time the hostie Miss Texas (healthy girl, tall, blonde, hair in a ponytail) got to our row, there were two Asian noodle salads left. I remonstrated; she shrugged; we ate the salads, well I ate the noodles. The chicken had the seared marks of a barbecue, but I think these were painted on. It had all the flavour of boiled chicken, and the texture of tofu. The rest of the cabin presumably got nothing at all.
Three: we are staying in an apartment in Brooklyn that we booked on AirB&B. Our host has gone away for the eight days we are paying her to use her place. With AirB&B you move into an existing place; it’s not like a vacant furnished apartment or a hotel room; more like staying at a friend’s house when they are not there. So if you let a friend stay at your place, what would you do? (Leave the financial considerations to one side). Personally I would make sure that there was room in the wardrobes and there’d be coat hangers for my guests’ clothes; ditto with space in the drawers. And I’d make sure there were enough keys for the size of the party. No, wrong. Red light; you are off the show. One set of keys and no prospect of a second (we asked), and we will have to live out of a suitcase because there is no drawer space and no coat hangers. Otherwise it’s fine.
Four: well known international brands with good reputations will deliver the same service in each country. After all that’s what international brands are supposed to be about: consistent product standards across a variety of locations. Buying brands removes uncertainty. Shop, eat drink, and stay with confidence. The standard will be the same. Good expectation; poor delivery, at least in the case of Pret a Manger. In London I went to their outlets frequently to buy coffee; their double strength latte was as good as a New Zealand flat white. Not so at their Broadway New York outlet. (no double strength for a start, and their standard latte was weak, insipid, and not very hot coffee with an indifferent crema. A very disappointing experience. And one I won’t be repeating. (Actually most US coffee is actually pretty bad; in NZ we are spoiled)
None of these matters are huge in themselves or even very big taken collectively. But they add up to expectations undone. More soon on eating in New York and the South Street market area.