Testimonials
John...
Hi Nasaleze
My job takes me all over the world and as such I frequently find myself trapped in some form of public transport hell where my fellow
passengers are liberally expelling germs over me! In situations like this I am glad I have my Nasaleze Travel with me!
Thanks for a great product
John
Tim...
Dear Mike,
What follows will no doubt come as no surprise to you, but it certainly impressed me.
This year's ordeal of four airports and three flights to Cape Town proved the most unpleasant of my 22 annual migrations.
The evening before leaving the Isle of Man, with a gale buffeting the house, I went online and booked an additional earlier flight,
fearful that any delay in the link from the island to Manchester would jeopardise my connection to Frankfurt - but the extra time
in Manchester proved unexpectedly essential, as the Lufthansa check-in official refused to allow me to travel onwards unless I changed
all my return flights!
"Your visa is for 90 days, but you have flight reservations for 91 days" she pronounced. "The South African government will fine us a
huge amount of money if we let you go, so it is not permitted". Despite knowing this to be rubbish, as even if S.A. Immigration had
changed the rules this year and required me to leave after 90 days, they would have stamped my passport for the day earlier and told
me to change my return flights during my stay.
Then the real fun started, the Lufthansa flight from Manchester to Frankfurt was delayed and delayed and delayed. I was tired and
angry by then and failed to focus on whether the previously ample transit time at Frankfurt had been seriously impaired, so when
finally seated for that flight, was more interested in the huge cold consuming the woman sitting next to me.
I'd done the Nasaleze ritual as usual before leaving home, so decided not to worry about it.
The following morning, I checked all my revised documentation before leaving the hotel - to find that I did not in fact have a new
Boarding Pass, just a standby card, so no onward reservation to Cape Town. At the airport, indifference. "It's too early, go to
see your departure lounge supervisor after 9 pm" I was told. So all day at what I now rate the worst airport in Europe, no decent
food, no moving walkways for miles of corridors with only numbers to identify where you are and what amounts to unconcern if not
contempt for it's clientele.
In the end I alone was left, sitting in an empty lounge, the staff behind the counter avoiding my eye, trying to decide how the hell
to get out of Frankfurt airport, from which no other carrier served South Africa.
Then the miracle, an older guy had appeared behind the counter, talking quietly in German with the staff. Did I hear my name? Then
a peremptory beckon, a boarding pass thrust into my hand, told to hurry down the tunnel to the aircraft.
I'd made it - and was now surrounded on both sides and in the next row by Germans with heavy colds, or worse. At least this adversity
was treatable by yours truly, out came the Nasaleze Travel. It must be aeons since the preparatory sniffs before I left home and you
can't overdose on Nasaleze, can you? So let's go the whole hog and double-dose, I decided. Two strong puffs to each nostril and I was
ready for anything. The kid next to me spoke English. "What's wrong with your salad?" I asked him "And that chocolate cake?" He and
his dad on the other side got the message immediately and I got the goods. They must have had influenza, because one usually has an
appetite with a common cold.
I was the best part of three days incarcerated in the best possible conditions for contracting rampant aerosol infections. I came out
of it completely unaffected. Being a natural sceptic, I waited a week or so to be sure.
So as far as I am concerned, NASALEZE IS THE BUSINESS!
Best regards,
Tim
