So, after a cranky Eva boarding the Malaysian flight to Kuala Lumpur, it’s suffice to say my love of flying returned and I frolicked the entertainment section, keeping busy etc. I attempted to chronicle my journey in a small diary I took with me for the purpose of making a log and later blog about it, but I didn’t get beyond 1 and half pages of cranky note taking straight after the full-body-scanner incident.
The flight was as normal as you could expect, though I do have a small complaint regarding the meals we were served. NOT ENOUGH! A snack doesn’t equate a meal, Malaysian Airline! I was starving by the time we got to Kuala Lumpur, and staring down the barrel of a 6 hour transit in the middle of the night in a terminal with a handful of shops open selling only alcohol, chocolate, and more alcohol! Well, at least we pre-picked a bottle we were going to buy for Dad on our way back! Though I was so hungry, I was tempted to buy a box of Lindt in desperation. Glad I didn’t, for there wasn’t even a shop where we could buy water, and the drinking fountains were far and few in between.
About two hours before our flight boarded for Nepal, at 6:30am, a café finally opened and Mum and I rushed in, got confused staring at a wide and long menu, of which most things we asked for were ‘not available’, so at the end of it all, there were only a handful of items we could choose from anyway. Why didn’t the lady just tell us what was available from the start instead of waiting for us to order, and then tell us almost mockingly that it wasn’t an option at all?!
Any way, after 10 mins of trying to get lucky and land on an item that was ‘available’, whatever it is that I ended up ordering with trepidation actually was a beautiful meal. I delightedly finished an entire meal (a feat!), like a starved soul, which I was.
We made friends with another Nepali girl traveling alone in the same flight. Actually it was Mum who made friends, and I stole her friend away. Muhahaha. No really, those 6 hours were very difficult to get through.
I couldn’t help but play few scenes from Tom Hanks’, Terminal, in my head during those few hours, but I did. The reason being, there was actually a real life person who had accidentally missed his flight to Nepal three days prior, and had waited out for the next one at the terminal. HOW did he not go crazy ‘living’ in that terminal for two and a half days? I have no clue. I was about to rip my hair out of boredom since duty-free stores were all but closed, food was none-existent, and there was nowhere to comfortably lay down.
And through the whole thing, somehow, Mum and I had acquired a posse! Not the ‘I’m your die-hard fan’ kind of posse, but the ‘Looks like you know where you’re going, so we’ll just follow you, okay?’ ones. Or a gaggle of middle-aged Nepalese couples who found comfort in the fact that I could figure out which terminal we were meant to haunt, or which gate we were to board from.
I guess it didn’t help them much with KL Airport changing boarding gates on us about three times in that 6 hour transit alone, and rightfully so, people were nervous about accidentally standing at an incorrect gate and missing our flight: Terminal 2 perhaps, casting an older Tom Hanks!
In the end, the man boarded our flight, and got home safe I’m guessing, but still. The moral of the story here is, never ever miss a flight in KL airport, and get stranded with nothing to do for days on end.
(Image: Cloud cover over Malaysia)