What a looong day

Long day may be an understatement. It all begans with someone coughing in the flight lounge, while we are all waiting to board. There was a man who sounded like a he is trying to give birth to his lungs or maybe just the phlegm. Already I was praying... please done be beside me. He wasn't, not that that mattered. He was two rows back and I am fairly certain everyone up to business class could hear him. He coughed for the entire 14 hour flight and I am not exaggerating either. This hacking, back of your throat, fur-ball sound emanating from his throat every two seconds. Couldn't get more than twenty minutes or so before the sound crept into the sleep cycle and I was awake again. I have basically had a series of powernaps. Oh, and I was sat beside this larger man who feel asleep several times and leaned into my space so much at one point I was almost in the aisle. I pushed him back with a friendly elbow a few times.
We landed in Houston which was fine but security is not. The finger, thumb and eye scan business meant that most people failed the self check in bit. I saw exactly two people out of a good thousand of us who managed to get through the self-scanner. Everyone else, myself included, off the pens to be shunted along to the various lines. I finally got through and made it to my next gate with time to spare. I was already in the right terminal which is great but coming back, I am going to have to pick up my game and run if I am going to make my return flight!
Arrived in Cancun and my transfer wasn't there but some nice taxi drivers gave him a call and he was close by. They were very friendly and helpful. Can't fault them. When Carlos arrived, we loaded up the huge car they had sent and 45 minutes I arrived in Playa del Carmen... at the wrong hotel. Carlos was sure it was the right one but no, just because they both start with koox, one is koox paradise and one is koox studio. Another loop around and we arrived.
It is bustling and loud. I know because I am sitting on my bed and I can hear the rave music outside. Going to be a loooong night too.
To top of the day, I arrived and they have no record of my booking or paying etc. Despite having two emails (one only two days ago) saying I was booked... nope. Sorry. But lucky for me they had a room free. Bloody hell they should! It is my room.
At the moment, the people at the front desk can't tell if I have paid or not. I thought I but now I am wondering if they just took the reservation. I am sure I paid. I remember seeing the transaction, but maybe it wasn't finalised. Maybe they just took the credit card number but didn't charge it. I can't find the payment on my bank statements either. Will probably have to apologise to the man on the front counter tomorrow. I don't think I was being rude, but he seemed to take my adamant belief that I had a booking the wrong way. I am way too tired. I am going to sleep. Thankfully I still have my noise cancelling headphones.