One of those days #2

Today was one of THOSE days. You'll remember we had one way back in South America, so this is number 2. Here's what happened:

• Got woken up at 05.55 by the hostel people when we had booked a taxi for half six to take us to the airport and had already packed so were only going to get up at 6.10ish and hadn't even asked for an alarm.
• Despite being woken up early taxi driver did not turn up and irrespective of our queries the hostel man decided not doing anything was better than sorting it out. When it was half an hour late we asked again what was happening and the hostel man claimed he didn't have the phone number (our point was how was it booked if he didn't have the phone number). It culminated in us saying firmly ' we have paid you for this taxi, if it doesn't come soon we will miss the flight, please sort it out' he went to wake someone else up and then they miraculously found the number in no time. Strange that.
• Realising as we walked through security that we had forgotten to check in Alistair's very expensive multi tool which obviously got picked up in the scan.
• Having been allowed to go backwards and check in one of the hand luggage OMM bags with the knife in thereby saving the £80 replacement cost, finding when said OMM bag came out on the conveyor belt it was ripped to smithereens, holes, the bungy broken, the netting on the top torn in half, one handle ripped through.....
• Got offered £10 replacement fee or a crappy Chinese made bag as replacement for good quality OMM bag. Managed to push them up to £20 but still, it's an £80 bag they've destroyed...looks like the earlier victory has been nulled.
• Tried to check in for second flight of the day and got told we need to walk to the other terminal despite what it says on the sign. When we get to the other terminal told we need to go to ticket counter as passport number not on ticket (despite having successfully taken first half of the same ticket already that morning). When we get to ticket counter told we need to go back to other terminal as someone else owns the flight they are operating. When we get back to other terminal get ticket sorted but then have to walk back to the other terminal to check in again.
• Got picked up at airport by car arranged by hostel and dropped off at the wrong hostel. How?!
• Went out to recommended restaurant to find nothing in English- luckily very helpful lady. Half way through dinner and monsoon starts...why are my feet getting wet, thinks I, turn round and roof is leaking
• Wait until monsoon eases off cradling camera under jacket (which itself was a last minute pick up on the way out the door as it's been too warm to need one for months) then start to walk back to hostel to find the cobblestones have turned into an ice rink in the rain.

Seriously?! And you thought Friday 13th was a myth...