I don’t think I slept for more than twenty minutes at a time
last night. I kept waking up paranoid I was going to miss my flight. I did
manage to slip into a REM cycle at least once though because at one point I
woke up and frantically started searching my bed for a ticket, for what I don’t
know but I needed to find! I think I probably spent 5 minutes in a full out
panic before realizing whatever I was looking for didn’t exist.
At 4:30 I got up, got ready for the day, packed the last of
my things, and headed downstairs to catch my taxi. I had paid for my ride the
night before which made me uncomfortable but it worked out okay in the end I
guess.my ride to the airport wasn’t a taxi at all just a friend of the hostel
staff who happened to have a car. I definitely over paid but there wasn’t much
I could do about it and at least I was getting to the airport.
I was originally supposed to fly directly from Phuket to
Bali but my good friends at Air Asia cancelled the flight back in October but
only let me know about it a few short weeks ago. Luckily Dom was able to
convince them to reroute us through Kuala Lumpur so we wouldn’t have to spend
an arm and a leg getting there. The downside: it was going to take forever to
get to our final destination.
I asked the lady at the check-in desk if she could check my
bag through to Bali and she told me no. I really don’t understand why,
especially since both flights were with the same terrible company but really I
should have expected the sub-par service from them. After checking in I bumped
into Dom who I will be travelling with for the next week. We had both pre-paid
for food on the flight but since we both fell asleep neither of us got the food
we paid for which was a little annoying.
I was really hoping to skip the customs desk when we got to
Kuala Lumpur for our layover since I only had two blank pages left in my
passport but since I had to collect my bags before the next flight that wasn’t
an option. Luckily the border control agent was nice enough to stamp a ‘dirty’
page when I asked him to, so I still had my two blank pages.
We tried to check-in to our next flight straight away,
mainly because I didn’t want to have to lug an extra 16kg around all day but
was told it was too early and to come back in an hour. We sat at the McDonalds
for an hour but didn’t buy anything, a decision I regretted when I wanted food
after passing through security and nothing seemed appealing at all. I ended up
eating a gigantic cheesy bun and a small piece of chocolate but I really wanted
a hot meal, even if it came in the form of a McChicken meal. The 6 hours went
by faster than I expected, I ditched Dom after check-in and was able to relax
and do my own thing. I watched the movie Fun Sized while I waited at the gate
and while it was cheesy and a little predictable I really enjoyed it.
I slept most of the way to Bali but made sure I was awake
for landing, I had a window seat and was looking forward to some spectacular
views, unfortunately it was already dark and I couldn’t see a thing.
Upon arrival at the airport we needed to pay $25USD for a
visa, something we had known for months but Dom had failed to prepare for. He
asked me earlier in the day if he could borrow some of my American money and I
told him he should change some of his money over, as I am not a currency
exchange or a bank. He asked me again at the airport and completely freaked out
when I said no. It’s not my fault he didn’t plan ahead and when he did the same
thing in Vietnam and I didn’t bail him out he should have learned that he needed
to be prepared for these sorts of things. He ended up paying in Australian
money and had a bit of a break down because he lost $2 due to the poor exchange
rate. He then told me I was a bitch and needed to take my own taxi to the
hotel. I tried to talk it out with him but I went to grab my bag and when I came
back he had vanished.
I have never been so angry in my life. The spineless coward
abandoned me at the airport, which would have been a douche move under any
circumstance, but the fact that it was over $2 and he would now be wasting more
than that by taking his own cab made my blood boil. I stormed through the rest
of the airport trying to find him but had no luck. Eventually I gave up and
caught a taxi myself. I paid more than I should have but I didn’t even care I was
livid. I was so angry I was fighting back tears, and trying to find a way to
calm down enough to not beat the crap out of him when I got to the hotel.
I somehow beat him to the hotel and was settled in the room
when he finally showed up. Apparently he had just gone to the ATM while I was
grabbing my bag and when he came back I was gone. I really feel like if you
just told someone they could take there own taxi but you didn’t really mean it
and go wandering off somewhere you should probably tell the person instead of
leaving them to read between the lines of the situation. I guess it’s a good
thing he didn’t just abandon me but I still wasn’t impressed. After 17 hours in
transit this was really the last thing I wanted to deal with so we aren’t
exactly speaking at the moment. I really hope this isn’t how the whole week
goes.
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