I Hadahaa Feeling

The next morning we woke up somewhat optimistic and went to the restaurant to enjoy our three course breakfast and decided to rent snorkeling equipment. We had just made it to the safety of our villa, when it began to pour rain. A hotel staff member knocked on the door just after we had returned, and we were told that we had 30 minutes to pack and get ready to leave on a cargo boat. We came to realize that we were being evacuated from the island due to a category 5 tropical cyclone.

We were given raincoats, given seasickness wristbands, a dollop of fresh ginger, and seasickness pills, and were rushed off onto the boat along with other guests and the performers from the night before. Once onboard, we realized the boat was also used to haul garbage from the resort to the bigger island. What ensued was a treacherous ride that was enhanced by the pungent smell of garbage and exhaust fumes. Fortunately, the captain thought the conditions were too rough for the 4-hour journey and aborted the ride within 15 minutes. I came very close to losing my three-course breakfast.

We were returned to Villa 48 in driving winds and rain. The villa was flooded, as the glass doors had leaked, and felt unsafe so we asked to be moved to a land villa. A couple of hours later we were transferred to a land villa and were told that the room and all meals would be complimentary while we were stranded; a bottle of Piper champagne awaited us in the room. We went to look at the beach, on this, much calmer side of the island. We planned to go snorkeling, but were all so exhausted that we decided to take naps. I still had to make flight arrangements, as we would now miss our original flights. What made it more challenging was that we were using miles for these flights so were at the mercy of airlines award inventory.

I had a premonition that something like this might happen, since prior to this trip I had gone to Boston on a business trip and the weather had been extremely nice. “Surely I will be paying for this, since the weather in Boston is never this nice in November,” I had thought to myself. I had just hoped it wouldn’t be on this trip.

I managed to secure return flights but could only find flights on United Airlines, which meant that a less than standard United First Class cabin would now replace the dream trip on ANA.

That evening we were informed that the following morning’s itinerary would be as follows:

6:30 Wake up call

7:00 Breakfast

7:30 Evacuate the island on a bigger 36m fishing boat

We finally made it back to Kaadedhdhoo after a two-hour boat ride complete with another Bodu Beru rain dance by the performers from the other night. At the airport, I ordered a Nasi Goreng from the Tasty Plus Café that was probably the best meal I had in the Maldives. Let’s just say that the food at the resort was a bit underwhelming. After a 2-hour wait and an hour flight we were back in Male with 12 hours to kill until our flight back to Singapore. We were all so exhausted from our ordeal that we opted to wait it out at an airport hotel lobby.

Our flight took off at 11:30pm and we were very happy to arrive in Singapore the next morning. Because we arrived a day later, we missed Kumar’s performance but we managed to enjoy ourselves and eat plenty of delicious food until the next day when we boarded our flights back to the US.

In retrospect, we all agreed that next time we would just go to Hawaii, as it is just as beautiful and only a 5-hour flight away.

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300K miles down, 700K to go!

Next stop, Argentina.

Heaven and Hell

It takes most people a lifetime to reach paradise but it took me three days. We stopped in Tokyo for a couple of delicious days on the way and ended up in Male 72 hours after our departure. A Hyatt agent greeted us at the Male airport, and informed us that our transfer to the Park Hyatt Hadahaa had been postponed until morning, as the seas were too rough to make the journey at night. Bummer, I was really looking forward to waking up in my private villa in the morning. That should have been our warning.

Accommodations were provided for us at the Trader’s Hotel in Male for that evening and we were assured that it was a five star hotel, but it seemed more like a three star hotel to us. Nevertheless, we all had a good night’s sleep. The next morning, another Hyatt person met us at the airport and revealed our itinerary that would eventually get us to the Park Hyatt; a one-hour flight from Male to Kaadedhdhoo, followed by another hour speedboat ride that would take us to Hadahaa.

The journey was very smooth and we were warmly greeted at the Park Hyatt Hadahaa dock by an army of staff bearing oshibori and golf carts to transport us to our villas. I remembered that our guide had tagged our bags to be delivered to Villa 48 and didn’t think much of it until we passed villa number 37 and kept driving onto the boardwalk that led to the water villas. We were dropped off at the third to last water villa, number 48. I asked Mr. M and Ms. W to pinch me because I couldn’t believe our good fortune. Inside the villa, a bottle of Moet champagne, three coconuts, and various fruits and snacks awaited us. The sun was shining and the sea was clear, I was in heaven.

The next day I awoke to ominous skies but assumed that the clouds would clear for a couple of hours like the previous day and that we would take advantage of that to get some much needed color. I went for a morning run around the island and logged-in exactly 1 mile from our front door and back. My iPod insisted on shuffling songs from my French music collection, leading me to believe that the name of these islands is decidedly pronounced MALL-deevz. As predicted, the clouds cleared and we decided to sunbath on a rather windy beach after breakfast. None of us used sunscreen, as we did not think the sun would be out very long. An hour later, all three of us were sunburned to a crisp.

That evening we were invited to the Dhoni for Bodu Beru, a traditional Maldavian ceremony. I am convinced that it was a rain dance, because that evening it poured rain and the waves were so strong that they shook our water villa throughout the night. None of us had a very restful sleep. Hell bound?

A Million Points Away

The first trip I started planning with my million points was one I had been dreaming about for 20 years, The Maldives. Of course, this dream trip would include travel in First Class Suites on Singapore airlines. I had drunk booked a three night stay at the New Park Hyatt Hadahaa in the Maldives for Thanksgiving using Mr. M’s Hyatt points, not realizing that it was non-refundable. So accommodations were taken care of.

I unsuccessfully searched the Singapore Airline website for a roundtrip ticket in First Class using miles. I ended up calling them and was told that someone would be calling me back from Singapore to make the arrangement. How fancy, I thought. Several missed calls later; I finally connected with an agent.

Agent: I understand you are trying to use miles to travel to Singapore in a First Class Suite?

Me: Why, yes I am

Agent: That would cost 500,000 miles each way; you might want to consider Business Class

Me: (Speechless!)

I ended up booking an itinerary that included business class seats on All Nippon Airlines, Singapore and United.

The day before departure, I was able to secure two First Class seats on ANA for our return. A very rare occurrence that I would look forward to during the trip.

How to spend a million miles?

So, a couple of months ago I received an email from e-prize fulfillment that seemed a bit suspicious. It congratulated me for having won one million American Express points and then went on to request that I complete an affidavit that would disclose all my personal details including my social security number and my birthday. No one form Nigeria would be involved in the transaction. I vaguely remembered liking the American Express page on Facebook in order to qualify for the contest and just as quickly unliking them when I realized that my entire network would be notified of my alliance. I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with AMEX and it ended very badly. Needless to say, I HATE them. The only reason I have a card is because my employer requires that I use one for travel expenses.

I spent an entire day researching e-prize. I called AMEX and they verified that e-prize was a regular vendor, I checked to make sure that the mailing address in the email matched the one on e-prizes official website. I searched online for other people who had received similar e-mails and was reassured that the communication I had received was legit.

Still skeptical, I marched over to the nearest notary public to complete the affidavit and then off to the local post office to mail it via certified mail. I waited several weeks, often checking my AMEX membership rewards account 20 times a day until one day the points magically appeared in my account summary.

Now what?