Looking at your sunny shot of the harbour at Monaco - one crammed full of superyachts - reminds me of possibly the most tense time in my travelling career. We finished 18 days aboard the Oceania Riviera and booked a limo. Stood around for the best part of an hour with our bags looking for our driver. Finally someone came through with a signboard. Apparently some limo drivers don't have security passes to get into the cruise terminal area and so he'd been waiting outside. Ooops.
A nice - heh - drive to Nice airport for our AF flight to CDG and then home. Unloaded our bags, checked in for our flight, or at least tried to. My dear wife couldn't find her passport. After much searching decided it was likely left in the limo so tried to call. No phone service. I forget whether I had no service or a drained phone, but had to go to the info counter and beg to use their phone in my broken French and their broken English.
Limo driver had clocked off and gone home but eventually woke him and begged him to check his backseat. Sure enough, there was a handbag there, and we arranged a meeting time and place.
When he arrived, I scooped out any Euros I could find in the bag - about 40, I think - thanked him profusely and headed back to the missus who was sitting with our luggage. Disaster averted, apart from being in France for another half day with no ready cash.
Thanks for the memory. All's well that ends well, and I have to say that Monaco is a spectacular piece of the world.
