Aria Vegas: Sweet Life, If You Can Experience It

Aria Vegas is part of the TPOL Wonā€™t Visit All 50 States And Thatā€™s OK Trip Report.
Why do I always receive suite upgrades when I am unable to make the most use out of them? I was in Vegas for two nights. The first night I went back to my cheap, go-to option, the Hyatt Place for 9k points (seeĀ The Hyatt Place Las Vegas Review: No Dice). Arriving at midnight, it didn’t make sense to pay or use points for an on-strip option. And, given that my conference was at the UNLV Law School, Hyatt Place was ideal for the location.a sign in front of a building The second night, I used an expiring MarriottĀ stay cert and booked a room at the Aria. I didn’t arrive at the Aria until 8PM on a Friday. I was impressed yet disappointed that I would only have a few hours in this tower suite. Living Room a room with a table and chairs a room with a laptop and a table a room with a table and chairs a group of wood balls on a black table Bedroom The bedroom was something else. It reminded me of my view in the Ascott Thonglor, my home during my Bangkok Residency. a framed picture on a wall a bedroom with a large window a bed with a lamp and a table in a room a window with a view of a city Bathroom
What’s better than a bathroom that reminds you of home? a bathroom with a sink and a tub a shower with a tile walla group of white bottles next to a towel
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Bidet toilets coming to my house soon.
Don’t Touch Anything Everything has a charge. Drink and party at your own peril. a tray with glasses and a bucket on it a group of bags of food on a tray LoungeĀ  In addition to the suite upgrade, there is a lounge for refreshments (not alcohol) and light snacks which is accessible with the tower suite room key. a room with purple chairs and art on the wall OverallĀ  What a beautiful room. What a nice hotel. Or so I’ve heard.a road with a large building in the background a cars parked in front of a large building a sign on a building

AA SJU-MIA-LAS: Borracho in Business (First)

AA SJU-MIA-LAS is part of the TPOL Wonā€™t Visit All 50 States And Thatā€™s OK Trip Report.
I finally took my first ‘first’ class flight from San Juan to VegasĀ (see The AA ā€˜First Classā€™ Flight That I Did Not Take). The cost was 25k AA miles. Like my first business class flight on AA, I wonder if it was worth it (see MDE-MIA: My First Business Class Flight on AA, Worth It*?) Rather than write a separate review for each leg, I will commit blogger malpractice and put it all in here. Flight DelayedĀ  At the time of booking, the only itinerary available arrived in MIA at 6:50PM and departed at 7:51PM. Any delays would cost me my connection and force me to miss my conference the next day. If this was an international connection and not an interline ticket, I would not take that chance (Cutting It Close: Will I Make My JFK-HKG Connection?). But, since it was domestic and since I was not checking bags, I assumed everything would be fine. Assumption wrong. The day of departure, I received a notification that my flight from SJU would be delayed. I immediately called AA and asked if they had other options. They said yes, but I would have to be at the gate in an hour. I hung up the phone, threw clothes in my carry-on, and hustled out the door. With no traffic, I can make it from Rio Grande to SJU in 22 minutes. While there was mild traffic, I was still making good time. Not one to text and drive, I nevertheless broke my rule to check the status of my flight. I was relieved that it was delayed by thirty minutes. I arrived at the airport in 26 minutes to find that my flight was further delayed. This gave me enough time to go to the Priority Pass Lounge (seeĀ Priority Pass Lounge San Juan: A Good Start). Sipping on a Don Q and Coke Zero, I noted that my paranoia about missing connections should be extended to include business obligations (see Travel Lessons). The thrill of making it is what makes travel fun, but here it was unnecessary. a glass with ice and a lime wedge on topa plane parked on a tarmac Leg 1: SJU-MIA If I’m flying from San Juan to Miami, I’m fine flying coach. The flight time is less than three hours. I splurged for business/first because the flight from Miami to Vegas is over five hours. Even contortionist TPOL can’t sit in coach for that long anymore (seeĀ The Kama Sutra of Airplane Sleep: Surviving a 17 Hour Flight). Here’s what you receive if you fly business from SJU-MIA: No Wi-Fi: “There should be,” is what the flight attendant said when I asked about the unavailability of Wi-Fi. The Wi-Fi never worked and the flight attendant didn’t bother following up with an update.
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Guess I’ll stare at the wall.
Too Hot a Towel
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This thing was scalding hot.
Decent FoodĀ  a glass of water and a can of nuts on a table
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What is the butter for?
Weird Movie Choices
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Contagion? Really?
Inconsistent Service: Flying domestic, it feels like a sin to hit the call button. Unlike SQ where the flight attendants can sense the needs of their passengers, domestic carriers make it seem like they’re doing us a favor when they come by. Sitting in the front row, I made eye contact with the flight attendant. She impatiently said, “I’ll be there in a minute.” What could she be doing in a cabin with 16 people none of whom is asking for anything?Ā  While waiting, a flight attendant from coach walked by. She turned off my call light and said they’d get to me when they are free. This is insanity, I thought to myself. Is the flight attendant prepping for her next flight, I wondered. And the attitude. It’s like she thinks I’m interrupting her obligation to fly the plane.
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Ding!
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, the flight attendant came out with more vino and entertained my request for my fifth drink, a Jack and Coke Zero. On top of that, she gave me an extra pilota for my enjoyment. a drink and a can of soda Perhaps I’m the impatient one. Or, perhaps, I’m looking to fault domestic carriers because I’ve bought into the stereotype that they’re inferior. Or, perhaps, I’m guilty of ageism. I see an older flight attendant and automatically think, “Here we go.” And, perhaps, she sees another antsy passenger in ‘first’ and has the same thought. Overall I would skip business on AA from SJU to MIA and sit in the back where being ignored is expected. IntermissionĀ  I do not care for the Centurion Lounge in Miami (seeĀ Amex Centurion MIA in Cachet), but I’ll take it over the Admirals Club (seeĀ Admirals Club MIA: Under Construction) and maybe even over the Flagship Lounge when it comes to drinks (seeĀ AA Flagship Lounge MIA: Drink Your Stress Away). After multiple rounds on my last flight, the last thing I needed was more drinks. So, naturally, I had more, including this rusty nail. a glass with a drink and ice Leg 2: MIA-LAS My strategy was to drink my way through this long 5.5-hour flight. One more glass of wine should have been enough for me to pass out. What I failed to take into account was how uncomfortable AA’s business class seat is. Unlike Fiji Airways‘ amazing 737 (see Fiji Airways Nadi to Tonga: The Best Business 737 Experience), this 737 had no foot rest and the seat barely reclined. I attempted to sleep but could not. I was too far from the window to lay my head. The tray table was too close so I could not lay my head there either. Exhausted, I wanted to sleep on the floor. Uneasy, I thought maybe I could catch a few zzz’s by sleeping in the toilet. In the end, none of it worked. I was trapped. All I could feel was that rusty nail going through my skull. I learned yet another Travel Lesson: don’t drink and fly if you can’t lie flat.
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First bad idea.
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Second bad idea.
OverallĀ  Businsess, ‘first,’ or whatever you want to call it, that was brutal. Overall, OverallĀ  This was a miserable experience. I need to get rich and fly private. Or stay sober and sit in economy.  

TPOL Is Out of the Office

TPOL did not quit blogging. In an effort to get back to my daily schedule (TPOL Opens M-F at 9:07AM EST), I am putting up my standard out-of-the-office post. I am in Vegas until further notice (see The AA ā€˜First Classā€™ Flight That I Did Not Take). If this is an urgent matter, just wait longer.  

The AA ‘First Class’ Flight That I Did Not Take

TPOL is going to Vegas this weekend. The last time I was there was 2018. I was supposed to go after COVID in 2021, but I canceled (see No Vegas for TPOL). For this trip, I was supposed to leave from Medellin to Miami to LAS for 30k AA miles. Interestingly, the flight from MDE to MIA was in business, and the flight from MIA to LAS was in first. a screenshot of a flight schedule What I wanted to see was the difference between ‘business’ in a 737 and ‘first’ in a 737. Neither, according to Seatguru, are lie flat. Unfortunately, I had to cancel this trip and will now be flying in business from San Juan to MIA to LAS, both in 737 ‘business,’ oddly enough. An executive platinum friend says that there is no difference between first and business on AA 737s. He claims it’s just an excuse to charge more. Ever the optimist, I said there must be something better about flying ‘first.’ Perhaps they offer more cookies. What do you have to say?

Simply The Best: March 2024

Were you one of the fools who thought TPOL was done blogging? (seeĀ I Quit Blogging). It’s been ten years of blogging (seeĀ TPOL Is Ten And #MasterOfWon) and, for some reason, I still receive unsolicited advice on how to write my blog or how I am supposed to travel. It’s been ten years and somehow I can’t resist the urge to engage with the fools. But this is a post about the highlights from March 2024, so I’ll keep it positive by revealing the best. Here they are:
  1. Baghdad, Iraq: Day 1
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It was an indescribable feeling to walk around Baghdad. The personal history, the media’s portrayal, and what it is now all came together and left me speechless.
2.Ā Guns & Butter: Tonga Travel Guide
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Tonga was a wild experience.
3.Ā Tonga Cave Diving, Jumping & Gimping
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Donā€™t stop the recklessness. That was my theme when I was in Tonga. First, I went swimming with whales. Then I thought I would push my luck by checking out an underground cave full of fresh water.
4.Ā $300 Delta Damaged Luggage Payment: Fair?
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I accepted the $300 and canā€™t say I am too upset about it. What do you think?
5.Ā Tonga to Fiji: Not The Same Business
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12,500 and the out-of-pocket cost was still a great value, $28 vs. $466, but the hard product was not as lavish.
6.Ā Travel Lesson: Leave the Duty-Free Wine Behind
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If I had no checked luggage, I could have proceeded through the faster transfer line.
7.Ā This Is TPOL BREAKING NEWS: Ladyboy Fight in Bangkok
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In the ultimate, big dick competition, ā€œOfficers were called on Monday night when more than 100 local sex workers converged on a hotel being used by sex workers from the Philippines on the cityā€™s Sukhumvit Road, part of a sprawling area of gogo bars, street workers, and massage parlors.

I Quit Blogging

I have spent ten years blogging (see TPOL Is Ten And #MasterOfWon). During that time, I have endured critical comments from many readers (seeĀ Happy Festivus! Airing of Points Grievances). Last week was the tipping point. After spending hours writingĀ Baghdad, Iraq: Day 1 which no one read, I published Fiji Airways: Nadi to Samoa in Coach &Ā $300 Delta Damaged Luggage Payment: Fair?. The comments were demoralizing. Regarding the Fiji post, one reader wrote, “Service? Comfort? I came here from Boarding Area where this looked like a relevant review…” I was heartbroken that the reader did not find my post to be up to standard. Another comment from a reader, “Sometime I genuinely am concerned for your welfare.” He noted, “I wouldnā€™t live my life the way he does.” This comment shook me to the core. Maybe I am a bumbling fool. Maybe I shouldn’t continue to embark on adventures with reckless abandonment. If those comments weren’t bad enough, the comments regarding my damaged bag killed my spirit. “Exactly the type of person whoā€™d use a fake rimowaā€¦ not even remotely surprised.” “You solicit your reader for input and respond with such derision as ‘the person who doesnā€™t travel that comments and hides in the basement.’ Insulting, to say the least. Do better.” Unfortunately, I can’t ‘do better.’ I am who I am and write the way I do. But rather than subject myself to further criticism and rather than insult the discerning readers who come to my site, I have decided to quit blogging effectively immediately.
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Sad to see me go?
April Fools! If you don’t like my blog, you can, in the words of Gordon Ramsay…

$300 Delta Damaged Luggage Payment: Fair?

My first stop on the Bula! Fiji Hub Trip Report was Michigan. I flew Delta Premium Economy. While the Wi-Fi was good, I was not impressed with how they handled my luggage (seeĀ Delta Damaged Bag Premium Economy Flight Review). a broken suitcase with a handle I submitted a claim to Delta and months later they offered me $300. I tried to negotiate for more because my tennis racket was damaged. I sent them a receipt for its repair. Since I did not have a photo of it damaged, they rejected my claim. Ultimately, I accepted the $300 and can’t say I am too upset about it. What do you think?

Fiji Airways: Nadi to Samoa in Coach

Nadi to Samoa is part of the Bula! Fiji Hub Trip Report.
The business class party on Fiji Airways is over. It started in Vancouver (seeĀ Bula! Fiji Airways Vancouver to Nadi Flight Review) and went to and from Tonga (see Fiji Airways Nadi to Tonga: The Best Business 737 Experience &Ā Tonga to Fiji: Not The Same Business). Flying to Samoa in economy was tolerable for two reasons: 1. It was only 21,500 Avios points instead of $739 one way (seeĀ Bus-Ted: Bula! Fiji Hub Points & Cash Summary). 2. The flight is only 1 hr and 55 minutes. a group of people sitting in an airplane

Baghdad, Iraq Day 1: Over Stimulation

Baghdad Day 1 is part of the Iraq Homecoming Trip Report.
What do you do when you have 3 nights in Baghdad? The answer is everything and nothing. I say everything because that’s plenty of time to become familiar with the city. I say nothing because it will be stimulus overload, making you wish that you had opted to stay in a nicer hotel with a pool retreat (see Baghdad Day 2 & Baghdad Day 3). Arrival Arriving in Baghdad was a surreal experience. I imagined the US armed forces using the airport as a base during the US occupation of Iraq. I imagined my parents leaving Saddam Hussein International Airport in the middle of the night under the cover of darkness in 1981 during the Iran-Iraq War. a plane on the tarmac Visa Americans can pay for visas on arrival. The cost is $77. Exact change is useful (see Iraq Visa on Arrival: Take a Seat, Hand Over Some Cash, Then Exit). a group of people sitting in chairs and a blue suitcase Airport It took a moment to comprehend that I was actually in Baghdad. a large airport with many people and luggage a parking lot with palm trees and a parking lot Transfer I paid $2620 for a private guide and driver for my 8-day tour of Iraq. My driver was waiting for me when I arrived and kindly greeted me by offering a cigarette. a man walking on a walkway Hotel Prices Included in the price was my accommodation. I was told that it was $60 a night for all my hotels throughout Iraq. I don’t know how every hotel was exactly the same price, but I had haggled enough for the tour price that I did not press for further details. I did check online and it said ‘contact hotel for rates.’ Hotel Imagine a guesthouse in Cambodia or Laos. That’s a three-star in Baghdad. The room smelled like smoke, the bathroom was dirty, and the furniture was well-dated. The bed, though firm, was surprisingly comfortable. While breakfast was included, it was not the big spread my mom would make on the weekends. They kept it simple: eggs, vegetables, and tea. a bed with a pillow on it a room with a tv and a chair a bathroom with a shower and sink a room with tables and chairs TPOL’s Tip: While a luxury hotel would have provided an oasis from the hustle and bustle of Baghdad, I am glad I did not pay $300-$400 a night to stay at an underwhelming 5-star. Sleep In After a full day at the Turkish Lounge in Istanbul (see Why I Still Donā€™t Like the Turkish Lounge in IST ) and a 2AM flight to Baghdad (see This Flight Is Bound for Baghdad: IST to BGW Turkish Flight Review), it was foolish to think that I would have enough energy to start my tour at 8:30 AM. I told the driver to give me until 9:30 AM. When I woke up at noon, I was met with angry messages from the guide who scolded me for my tardiness. TPOL’s Tip: Take half a day to rest, lest you want to start off your tour on the wrong foot. Espresso Needed With the drama somewhat resolved, we began the marathon tour of Baghdad. The first stop of the cradle of civilization was the espresso shop for much-needed caffeine. It’s 5000 ($3.82) dinars for an espresso. Whoever said Iraq is cheap was only partially accurate. a cup on a table Martyr Museum Propaganda is an effective tool to keep authoritarians in power. It dupes the masses into believing that things are the way they hope them to be rather what they actually are. The Martyr Monument, erected in 1983, pays homage to those who died in the Iraq-Iranian war. Inside, the names of the deceased are inscribed on the walls. The government has since repurposed the museum to pay tribute to those who were killed for rising up against Saddam and those who were killed by ISIS. There is a photo of Saddam with a noose over his head with the word ‘tyrant’ written below. Processing it all is challenging. Ultimately, the museum showcases the worst in humanity, a reminder that evil can be perpetrated no matter who is in charge. a large building with a dome on top of it a two large buildings in a desert two large round buildings in a desert a man standing in front of two large buildings a large blue and white building with a large blue and white structure a flag on a pedestal a building with a dome a large white room with columns and a staircase a display of photos on a wall a wall with writing on it a man standing on a staircase a road with palm trees and a building Palestine Hotel I vividly recall the start of the Persian Gulf War and CNN’s coverage with Bernard Shaw. I remember the Baghdad skyline being lit up by bombs, speaking of propaganda, ‘patriot’ missiles.’ I also recall the Palestine Hotel where journalists and diplomats have stayed throughout the years. Seeing it in person was surreal. a large building with many balconies a large building with many windows and trees in front of it One Thousand And One Nights Do you know the stories from One Thousand And One Nights? Monuments from the fable are all over Baghdad. The soft side of Iraq wasn’t something I thought I would see. a fountain in a park a statue of a man and woman in a park a statue of a woman and a man sitting on a bench a statue of a man and a woman sitting on a bench a path with palm trees and bushes Baghdad Tower (Formerly International Saddam Tower) It’s no Burk Khalifa in Dubai, but Iraq also has a burj called the Baghdad Tower. a building with a tower in the background

Al-Rahman Mosque

Following the second invasion of Iraq, Al-Rahman Mosque was not completed. It can be best seen from, of all places, a shopping mall. a man taking a picture of a city a large building with domes and a green lawn a city with palm trees 40th Birthday I have symbolically landed somewhere interesting on my birthday to write a story that begins with, “On my X birthday I landed in Y.” I used this strategy when I landed in Shanghai in 2010 to launch my career as an international attorney. Specifically, I wrote… ( a full account of what happened can be found in my book Everyone’s Advice Is Wrong . . . Including Mine). I tried it again in Shanghai 2018 in the Tahiti Triumph Trip Report. I had a visa issue then (see Visa Blunder Part 3: China Visa-Free Transit Disaster (again)) and ended up having to go to Hong Kong for the day (see Visa Blunder Part 5: An Unexpected Birthday in Hong Kong). Thus far the artificial idea of creating a prologue has not been parlayed into anything extraordinary. Not one to give up, I arrived in Baghdad on my 40th birthday, my first time visiting the country since my parents left in 1981. The official celebration happened in the mall restaurant, just as it would have had I been born here. a man sitting at a table with a plate of cake Shopping Mall There are no designer boutiques that you would find in the massive malls in Dubai. It wasn’t the fake market from Shanghai (see Fake Market Shanghai: 2019 Pricing Guide), but it was bootleg nonetheless.
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Imagining if I lived here and this being my neighborhood mall.
a building with a sign on the front The Hands of Victory The war between Iraq and Iran that lasted from 1980-1988. It devastated the country but Saddam declared victory nonetheless. To commemorate this ‘achievement,’ he built Victory Arch, also known as the the Swords of QādisÄ«yah. It is said that the hands that brace the swords are exact replicas of his hands. Unfortunately, the Hands are in the Green Zone which is off-limits to tourists and civilians. The only photo opportunity is driving by slowly and hoping to snag a few photos before the armed guard became too upset. I had two runs at it and am happy with the results.
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You don’t have to read Arabic to know what this means.
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This guy shouted it out to remind me.
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The fortified Green Zone.
a building on the side of a road a road with palm trees and a building a palm trees and a road sign a gated area with a metal structure and a sign a large arch with two large statues a sculpture of two crossed bones a large cannon in a desert a large sculpture of two heads Signs of Saddam One of the reasons I came to Iraq is because of my fascination with Saddam Hussein. I was disappointed that there are figuratively and literally no signs of Saddam in Baghdad. His omnipresence, both figuratively and literally, was everywhere during his reign. Now, it’s as if he never existed. The square where his statue was famously pulled down and stomped with sandals, an insult in Arab culture, stands empty except for a few fountains. The currency which also bore his face is a novelty souvenir that can be purchased for pennies on the dinar. It makes sense that public displays would be removed but like in the US, artifacts of our past should be in a museum. History should be scrubbed from the public domain.
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Even the Iraqi flag was changed.
Alcohol There are liquor stores in Iraq. The stereotype in America is that Chaldeans, Catholic Iraqis, own liquor stores. Many do or did. In Iraq, it’s the same with the Christians who are the proprietors of such establishments. To continue the Baghdad birthday, I went to a small Italian restaurant and had some meze and a few beers. That was the only time I drank alcohol in Iraq. a table with plates of food a man holding a glass of beer
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Tourist prices or is Baghdad expensive? $57 total.
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Should’ve gone with the arak
TPOL’s Tip: There are bars in Baghdad but most restaurants are dry. Overall It was an indescribable feeling to walk around Baghdad. The personal history, the media’s portrayal, and what it is now all came together and left me speechless. a street with palm trees and buildings a green and white tower
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Happy 40th: My face summarizes Baghdad, day 1.

Travel Lesson: Leave the Duty-Free Wine Behind

No Duty Free Wine is part of the Bula! Fiji Hub Trip Report. This post is also part of TPOL’s Travel Lessons where I recount all my travel mistakes for your education.
TPOL has been accused of being frugal. I am guilty as charged. Frugality comes at a cost. Here, I wasted time in the immigration line and on an airport bench instead of the lovely Fiji Airways Business Class Lounge (see Fiji Airways Lounge Nadi: Inside & Out). Here’s what happened: I had one night at the Sheraton Fiji before my island hopping of the South Pacific. Not realizing that I would be lavished with bottle after bottle of champagne at the hotel (see We Appreciate Your Loyalty!), I bought two bottles of mid-priced Sauvignon Blanc at the duty-free. I took said bottles to Tonga and did not drink them there. I figured since they made it that far I should take them to Samoa with me. That meant I had to check my bag in Tonga, reclaim it in Fiji, and then check it in again. I immediately regretted this decision when I landed and encountered the longest, slowest immigration queue. If I had no checked luggage, I could have proceeded through the faster transfer line. After over an hour of waiting, I finally cleared customs and retrieved my luggage. Since my flight to Samoa was not departing until 11:55AM and I had arrived at 6:15AM, I could not check-in for my next flight. While the aforementioned business class lounge is great, Fiji Airport is not. There is nowhere to sit and nothing to do.
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Sitting on the floor waiting for this guy’s nap to end.
Finally, I was able to check-in and then board the plane for Samoa. Of course, when I opened the bottles of Sauvignon Blanc in Samoa, I found both bottles to be quite disgusting. Serves me right for my frugality.