All My Bags Are Packed!

I'm a light traveller, really!
Faster than sound, lol!

I always bicker about the distance from my house to the new airport compared to when it was situated a few kilometres away from my house some years ago. I have to endure traffic and the long distance if ever I wanted to travel out of the country. My flight to Siem Reap was even shorter than my land travel in bangkok. 

Then there are these three hours waiting before boarding a plane. I am often baffled how the plane is already half full when I get in when the land crew just announced only those with infants and small children can board. Does having big tummies count?

I like the people I sit with. There was once this nanny and we were chatting like we were long lost friends. "My madam, she is so stingy but the children are so cute!" There was one Greek guy whose request for beer and wine were always ignored and so I ordered for him in another language. "If you come to Greece, I show you around, my friend!" There was this Korean man, who blurted out, "This is so cheap!" and we both giggled since we were looking at the flight attendant and we became best pals for some hours. There were three Filipinos worried that their relatives will have to wait for a long time since we were stranded so I lend them my mobile phone. "You are very kind!" 

I don't eat the food served during flights but I do like their bread and butter. I always offer my share to my seat mate if he or she still wants some. I do not drink either. I prefer to drink a wee bit of water or I ask for a cup of soda at times, politely. 

Once I arrive my destination, I am in a hurry to pass all those tourists and locals dragging their carry on baggage as big as my checked in one. Walking with them through the channel is like enacting the story of The Hare and the Tortoise, and I am the hare. I like to be first not because I am competitive but because I don't like waiting. However after being first at the immigration, the baggage claim area is my biggest hurdle.

Since I do arrive early at the airport, I am assuming all the time that I will be the last to leave my country of destination since my bag will be the last on the carousel. See I am the hare! I am learning a lesson here, not to be late, but to tell them there is something fragile inside my bag. (wink, wink)

Queueing at the wrong taxi counter is also a mess. I was once a victim of being in line and then being told that the cab fare is fixed depending on zones. I immediately left and went to the other line. If I am not carrying a load, I just leave the airport and find a cab outside. The best thing about this is that I don't need to tell the driver where I came from and why I went away. It is just ride and go.

All my bags are packed and I am ready to go. And busy will I be, what with reunions, school talks, meeting friends and a bit of travelling.