Four twenty at a Bangkok airport, I still believe airports hate me. Due to my poor planning, I was in this impossible power walk marathon around the city in Bangkok, battling Bangkok traffic and hoping against hopes. Since it was kinda like my semi-last trip before I ever get here again, I ended up buying almost everything I needed.
Flight plans are so unfair. The plane actually was to leave at 4:50pm but as all ‘rules of departure’ has it, I had to be there at the airport to check in two hours before the actual time the plane was to leave this country (BKK). So, I got here a bit early, only to notice that my passport was gone.
I felt like this little boy who lost his parents cos he stared too much at Legoland at toys department. I just felt so lost. Should I call the embassy? Should I call Burma? Should I call mom. The first thing I did was call the taxi in which I was in. Turned out that the passport wasn’t there. Then, I went to the information center, who asked me to go to the tourist police. On the way there, I called my mom, checked my bags 7000 times and then called my mom to call Burma incase I never end up going back to Burma for the day. This means I would have to call in work tomorrow for yet another day off, make a new passport and stay penniless in Bangkok. I told my mom the situation, who was panicking way more than I was, and I went to the tourist police, who happened to HAVE my passport. Then I rushed to the check in, was glad I could put both bags in (given I’ve got one supposed bag for hand carry). Then, on my way to the gate, my watch broke out and parts and bits of it scattered on the airport floor.
Now, there’s another story with this watch. When I bought it on Friday, it was fine but it stopped working yesterday. Then, I went to another watch shop and asked them to change the battery, which they did and it still didn’t work. Then, today, I went to that shop and they ended up giving me a new face with the same strap. Yep, the clock was ticking then. Minutes later, the strap broke loose and I had to go to that shop again and they gave me a new piece. And just now in the airport, it scattered to pieces. I have NO IDEA what’s with me and this watch but it definitely made me run and panic like a retard.
Sigh. I’m gonna miss my mom and sis. It’s been a blast and I had so much fun with them. I got my sis a tattoo for her 28th birthday and I got my mom a bag. It went all well and I ended up helping my mom out with her financial difficulties. I’m not the best son in the world but I ended up initiating a safer leeway for her new safe journey to begin.
Yes, I still hate airports!!
Flight plans are so unfair. The plane actually was to leave at 4:50pm but as all ‘rules of departure’ has it, I had to be there at the airport to check in two hours before the actual time the plane was to leave this country (BKK). So, I got here a bit early, only to notice that my passport was gone.
I felt like this little boy who lost his parents cos he stared too much at Legoland at toys department. I just felt so lost. Should I call the embassy? Should I call Burma? Should I call mom. The first thing I did was call the taxi in which I was in. Turned out that the passport wasn’t there. Then, I went to the information center, who asked me to go to the tourist police. On the way there, I called my mom, checked my bags 7000 times and then called my mom to call Burma incase I never end up going back to Burma for the day. This means I would have to call in work tomorrow for yet another day off, make a new passport and stay penniless in Bangkok. I told my mom the situation, who was panicking way more than I was, and I went to the tourist police, who happened to HAVE my passport. Then I rushed to the check in, was glad I could put both bags in (given I’ve got one supposed bag for hand carry). Then, on my way to the gate, my watch broke out and parts and bits of it scattered on the airport floor.
Now, there’s another story with this watch. When I bought it on Friday, it was fine but it stopped working yesterday. Then, I went to another watch shop and asked them to change the battery, which they did and it still didn’t work. Then, today, I went to that shop and they ended up giving me a new face with the same strap. Yep, the clock was ticking then. Minutes later, the strap broke loose and I had to go to that shop again and they gave me a new piece. And just now in the airport, it scattered to pieces. I have NO IDEA what’s with me and this watch but it definitely made me run and panic like a retard.
Sigh. I’m gonna miss my mom and sis. It’s been a blast and I had so much fun with them. I got my sis a tattoo for her 28th birthday and I got my mom a bag. It went all well and I ended up helping my mom out with her financial difficulties. I’m not the best son in the world but I ended up initiating a safer leeway for her new safe journey to begin.
Yes, I still hate airports!!
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