"i hope when i inevitably get stuck at an airport it's as clean and nice as here" That's what i wrote over 6 months ago on the plane leaving Beijing going to Japan.
It's funny how karma seems to have a way of coming full circle seeing as i've just spent 12 hours sleeping in Beijing airport waiting for my connecting flight to New york.
The start of the journey from Bangkok was spent still fairly ill on a mini bus to the airport. Traveling unwell is far from the best feeling in the world but i made sure i arrived with plenty of time, i didn't want another hong kong moment when in this state. I got to the check in desk and everything was fine until they asked me for the visa waiver form. Now i had actually filled this in and had the confirmation email on my ipod with reference number and everything .. "no we need it printed" "awwwwww crap!" He told me there was an internet cafe just over there so to come back when i get it printed, ok i thought that's not to bad.
200 baht for half an hour 10 baht for each print out. [check wallet....10 baht] Now i was getting pissed off again, atm's charge 3 pound to withdraw money and i'd be doing it for just a couple of pounds. So annoyed. Then, like some sort of Internet angel, a girl said she had 3 minutes left if i wanted them. Sweet! I jumped on, logged into gmail (sure this thing was on dial up) clicked on the email, click print.....*error* "WOMAN IT SAYS ERROR WHEN I PRESS PRINT, WHY DOES SAY ERROR????" (i didn't actually refer to her as 'woman', but she was being an arse) "you have to email it to the email address on the wall" I had less than a minite.....gmail...new mail..click,click,click, 23 seconds left. Done. Then very smugly paid my 10 baht for the print out and went and got on the flight.
The next 12 hours as i said where spent in the airport with me trying to get whatever sleep i could. I was in shorts and flip flops by the way, which everybody found mightily amusing seeing as it was -4 outside. I literally had my legs in my small rucksack which i'd then chained to the seat and was using it as the worlds smallest sleeping bag. As you can imagine i didn't exactly sleep great and i was up, ready and waiting for the next flight when it opened.
The flight to New york was fine, as expected i still couldn't sleep. If there's one thing i've learnt about myself since setting off is i sleep better in my brothers Clio than i do on any bus, train, plane or even bed in all honesty.
After arriving 12 hours after departure my initial thoughts on NY were, "i'm cold, i need a shower, and i need food". So a deli meal later, a power shower in the hostel (first hot shower in months), and i was tucked up in bed before the sun decided to set.
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I think that's a compliment to my amazingly smooth driving.
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