Travel Insurance Reviews

my story has been published in Australia's leading women's blog http://www.mamamia.com.au/travel-insurance-for-pregnant-women/

I was at a writer’s residency in Barcelona when I found out, at a 19-week ultrasound, that he had died at 16 weeks. I was told by my obstetrician that because I was so far along I would need to give birth to him.

I contacted my travel insurer immediately, and expected that they would do everything to facilitate my care. I was so wrong.

This was a precious baby, five years in the making, and my last chance at motherhood. I researched extensively and chose an insurance company that was underwritten by one of the largest global insurers, thinking they would be reliable.

I wanted to come home to give birth, so that my son could be held by my father who was dying, my mother, and his jubilant godmother who had come to every ultrasound. I wanted to have him cremated at a funeral service with all the people who loved him, and had so many hopes for him.

When I made a claim, I was managed through a Phillipine call centre. Despite my obstetrician, in an exclusive women’s hospital in Barcelona, signing the insurer’s document to say I was fit to fly, the insurer’s in-house doctor – without seeing me – overruled this decision. The in-house doctor’s ruling was that I needed a dilatation and curettage, which was the wrong procedure this late into the pregnancy.

Instead, the company said they would fly me home if I waived my right to insurance. I had three appointments with the Barcelona obstetrician to complete different rounds of paperwork, in order to be permitted to fly with my insurance rights intact. There were over 100 emails between the Philippines and with Australia, and endless late night phone calls trying to get me home. My friend Jane advocated on my behalf, badgering the Sydney office to take action. I had less than three hours sleep a day, as I tried to get assistance from the insurer.

My policy covered a friend or relative to come to Barcelona to assist me, and I asked Jane, primarily because I needed her to help manage the insurer.

The insurer agreed to accommodate Jane, but not me, close to the hospital. Despite how unsafe this was, I was expected to stay in my current accommodation, at a remote farmhouse forty-five minutes outside Barcelona, without access to transport.

When Jane arrived in Barcelona at 11pm, the hotel did not have a reservation under her name. We wandered around the streets at midnight, me pregnant and distraught and her exhausted, to look for accommodation.

After more emails and calls, the company agreed I could stay in Jane’s room. They paid for accommodation from the 23rd to the 26th of July and said they would extend it to 31 July when we were due to fly home. My policy, as I understood it, covered accommodation for me, and separate accommodation for a friend.

Instead, Jane and I shared a tiny suite.

Each night, I was trying to sob as quietly as I could so that I wouldn’t wake her, while Jane tried to talk quietly at 2am, on the phone to her daughter in Sydney who was doing her HSC.

Despite at least a dozen calls and emails, accommodation for our final night was never paid for and we were locked out of our room. I put my head down on the reception desk to cry, while strangers watched on. I handed over my credit card and sat shaking in the lobby until I was handed a new room key.

The purpose of insurance is that you are covered financially and given assistance should you need it. Instead of assistance, there was endless arguing and obstruction.


On the 26th July, eleven days after notifying them, the travel insurer still did not have me home and there was no definite day for my return.

I was effectively compelled to give birth to my son in a foreign hospital.

I started to be induced at 8pm on Tuesday 26th July. The nursing and medical staff – everyone except for my obstetrician – did not speak English. 41 hours later, I went to the bathroom and my son was born in the bowl of the toilet. I was alone. I fished his tiny body out and placed him in a plastic bowl. He was later handed to me, rolled in gauze, in a medical tray.
This would not have happened if I had delivered him in Australia.

Without any assistance from the insurer I had to find out how to get my tiny boy cremated and how to get him home. I stood alone and watched him go into a furnace.
The case is currently before the Ombudsman, who the insurance company wrote to and admitted "there is room for improvement". They claim no responsibility for the consequences of their mismanagement, such as Jane’s loss of earnings after missing a week of work, the cost of my son’s cremation in Barcelona, and what I can only describe as deep trauma caused by their actions.

"Tick Insurance" aka "Insure and Go" are rated AAA bad. Insurance is all about being insured when it comes to a claim.....and you will not be if you pay for a policy with ïnsure and Go". They are condemned as a scam and I'm amazed that their absurdly obstructive exclusion and disclaimers are permitted under Australian law. Avoid "Insure and Go" like the plague. You will be left outraged, exhausted and penniless if you need to make a claim so do not be decieved by the legitimate looking website... this business is a devious cheat.

DO NOT EXPECT TICK TO PAY OUT ON A CLAIM. IT WONT HAPPEN. DON'T GET SICK WHILE YOU'RE ON HOLIDAY!

Very price competitive. I had not heard of them but am very glad I used Compare Insurance to compare prices. $36 dollars for travel insurance is a lot cheaper than I'd expected!