As we thought, Kosiusko National Park is closed until futher notice, and the bush fires are still burning. Therefore I wasn’t suprised that a woman from the Thredbo bookings centre contacted me yesterday to cancel our booking. That’s understandable.
I also ‘understood’ when she said, “Of course, we’ll refund your money, but it won’t be until we are able to get back to Thredbo. Who knows when that will be? Probably not until the end of next week at the earliest.”
I had already called Qantas about our tickets; unfortunately they aren’t refundable (I knew that) but we didn’t lose out entirely because we were allowed to reschedule.
What this all means, of course, is that all our holiday money is tied up, and we have no spare money with which to do anything else during our time off – not to go somewhere else, not even to go to the frigging movies together – until John’s pay comes through on Wednsday next week. That is, if we are lucky it will be Wednesday. Possibly it will be Thursday because Monday is a public holiday. We may as well be at work.
Damn! Shit! Fuck! Insert your own expletive here!
Who knows when we’ll next be able to coordinate time off together. Another 3 years?