Unfortunately I had miscalculated my flight times. I was expecting a short two hour flight. Eight hours later, I was shitting myself as my next flight, kuala lumper to Bangkok was due to take off twenty minuets after my current flight landed. I was flustered to say the least.
As soon as the planes wheels touched Tarmac I was up and waiting by the door, and woe betide the poor air stewardess' that want to tell me to wait in my seat.
I finally got off the plane and ran to security where I zipped through and off to baggage reclaim. KL is, by the way, the biggest airport in the universe so I was part way through a marathon distance sprint with 35kg of baggage. The bag came through eventually leaving me 8.5 minuets before my next flight left.
I gassed it to check in and ran at the unattended first class check in lady. I begged and pleaded. She agreed to put my bag on the flight although she couldn't promise it would make it. I may have to wait for the next flight for my bag. If I ran I should get my flight though.
I sprinted so hard that not even security had the corage to stop me. I went straight passed bag scans etc as the staff laughed and waved me through. I essentially ran onto the plane, into my seat and we took off. Absoloutle madness.
I still feel sorry for the guys sitting next to such a stinky sweaty mess.
I arrived at Bangkok airport with baited breath and was very releaved when my bag gloriously emerged through the flaps onto the belt.
I scooped up my bag and went to meet Nick who had bribed airport security the princely sum of £5 to park and wait right by the terminal door. I gave him a very stinky hug and we went back to his, with strict instructions to shower as soon as possible.
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