Monday, June 18, 2007
TRAVELS AND TRAVAILS- THE BEGINNING
Our flight was at one in the morning (or night, if you will)which meant we had to be at the airport by eleven. Of course, this laid the grounds to the major discussion- did our holiday begin on the 1st or 2nd? Anyway, it had begun.
The flight was, predictably late, we had to wait for about 45 minutes. This was despite the fact that the wonderfully efficient immigration officer had wasted around ten minutes looking us up and down, ascertaining that we were not terrorists. Anyway, he decided against it and we were through.
The seats on the plane were not together- two here and another two there. So naturally, there were exchanges. I mention this because the person with whom it was exchanged was a surprise. Well, in short, she wore a veil, and looked uneducated, and we didn't think she spoke English. She did, actually, and was a teacher in the bargain too, who's returning from a seminar she'd attended. So there you go prejudices!
Next, we slept. And then we arrived at Colombo, where we were in transit to Kuala Lampur. At that time, the airport seemed great compared to New Delhi's, besides which, it was early morning, around five, and the clouds went through a myriad of colors- black, grey, red, orange, scarlet- by the time we boarded.
Might I mention here that I hate planes- they smell too sterilized and my ears can never handle the change in pressure. Still, the end more than justified the means.
An hour later we were in Malaysia.
posted by Clezevra @ 11:38 PM  
3 Comments:
  • At June 19, 2007 at 11:31 AM, Blogger boojam said…

    You made it back, against all the odds, eh? Foreswearing the grey plastic never works, it's a drug. So tell all about the holiday; the overindulgence, the double banana splits, all those 'kid' things. Hehe. If most of the people you meet are teachers then you need help. And quick. It probably means you aare old before your years, and I don't mean mature, the word is OLD. Tell us more....

     
  • At June 19, 2007 at 1:43 PM, Blogger boojam said…

    Languages? Smattering of English, French,(augmented scoolboy), Portuguese, many years of effort, disappointing return, a little Arabic and vast quantities of gibberish.

    I am always humbled, as I was tonight, listening to the Lebanese near me in the cafe, switching between English, Arabic and French, with unseemly ease.

     
  • At June 20, 2007 at 1:11 PM, Blogger Carly said…

    I wonder, how does one look uneducated?

     
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