Work was fun today. I got some nifty destination requests for vacations: Fiji, Bali, Thailand, Myanmar. I'm also working on an assortment of Millenium bookings in Paris, Fiji, Cabo San Lucas, and the Caribbean. Myanmar, formerly Burma, was the most interesting to research. It's hard to find many tours because of the restricted tourist trade and the severe problems with human rights violations. Personally, I wouldn't go, but it's my job to sell that destination if someone else is willing to overlook such things. I have to say it's an intriguing place. It was the religious center of Asia for a long, long time, and it has a huge variety of ethnicities for such a relatively small country.
For those of you named Lynda who think I roll my eyes at all my clients, I don't. Really, I love being a travel agent. There was a pretty good run on dorks who made me crazy right before Christmas, but most of the dorkitude is funny. Today's amusing traveler was the fellow who asked if we sold airplanes to Costa Rica.
"You want to know if we sell trips to Costa Rica?" I said, hazarding a guess. No, he whispered hoarsely. Did we sell planes?
"No, sir, we don't sell planes to anyone. We sell tickets to ride in them," I said patiently. "Would you like to go to Costa Rica?"
A symphony of hissing and whispering ensued. He most emphatically did not want to go to Costa Rica. He wanted to make sure we did not sell planes to anyone in Costa Rica. I assured him we did not. Okay, he said in a normal voice, and hung up.
No, I don't know what that was about, either. It made me laugh, though. I never seem to get the calls where if you offer the correct cruise ship to someone it turns out to be a rep from that cruise line and I win a free trip.
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