One uptight traveller, and um where’s my luggage?!
A year and a bit past, it was Christmas Eve in New York’s Central Park, during a romantic horse and carriage ride through the snow that Maiko chose his moment to propose to Donnah with a Tiffany & Co diamond ring; a princess proposal like the princess she is! Fast-forward to months of indecisiveness and that was just the jewellery, me quitting on helping with the wedding, twice, due to annoying procrastinators never meeting the tasks I set out for them on time, and a much needed Bowen Therapy session to recover from slaving over the invitations and whatnot. We are bout to jet set off to Phuket, Thailand for a black and white affair of romantic nuptials on Kata Noi Beach at the Katathani Beach Resort, celebrated over four days; only a few dramas along the way were waiting….
The night before was just as good time to purchase a new suitcase as any, right?! Lol. Packing took me into the early morning and not much time to sleep. Booking a taxi almost didn’t happen as all the phone lines were down, so if I hadn’t booked online, and those who know where I live, know the seriousness of how screwed we would have been. However, arriving at the train station it was the most unexpected surprise of free public transport to the airport… to the airport?! chaaa ching!! Since when does the government get this generous about transport, LIKE EVER?! I just loved waiting for a train at 4:30am though. Insert image of me rolling my eyes here.
Armed with my new camera, and never actually having turned it on to use yet as the memory card didn’t arrive, another last minute thing to pick up; I planned on spending the flight giving myself a crash course on all the wiz bang features, important as the back up photographer one would think. However, I was mainly paranoid about my mother, who takes being scared of flying and uptight to new levels, and well the hope she wasn’t going to rein-act the plane scene from Bridesmaids and get us kicked off the flight. The flight attendant who checked us in even asked, “how’s mummy now?” luckily we flew Singapore Airlines and had free alcohol. On the other hand, the Singapore sling I ordered was definitely a free pour and seriously lethal… petrol much?! Though I must say I have never been so excited to eat aeroplane food; being leap day we celebrated like our people do with Guinness, awesome pacifier for the crazy sitting next to me.
After calculating how much I was going to make the most of the cheap Mac makeup at Singapore Airport, the germ freak in me was dying for a change of clothes and a shower, Sheldon Cooper was certainly on to something about special travelling clothes in which I have been actively doing for many years. Our connecting flight was timed to reunite with our cousins, and the new baby we were so excited to meet for the first time!! A bit wary of how fussy he’d be when holding him for the first time, he greeted me with an instant snuggle into my neck and then proceeded to suck on my arm. My sister always says that babies only love me because I remind them of the Easter Bunny due to my rabbit like complexion of pasty skin and rosy cheeks, well it aint Easter, and babies love to be held and I love holding babies = win win ;p
Asian immigration cards are so freaking annoying! Blankly staring at the immigration officer as he’s yelling in Asian that I didn’t fill it out for the second time properly; if they explained it the first time and actually responded to our queries with an actual response comprehendible to general English speaking humans, I wouldn’t have done exactly what your not supposed to now would I?! Another smile seemed to help the situation as his stamp came pounding down where it needed to be, combined with some eye rolling coming from his direction as he waved us on through. A sigh of relief to get out of this grim looking airport, with lighting that I imagined matched that of a prison cell, came screeching to a holt when, my suitcase, smartly wrapped in plastic was nowhere to be found. My mother’s made it, but where the hell was mine?????? My brother later declares when he found out about my inconvenient situation, it’s lost because I’m the freak that had it wrapped. Pffft. Our cousin Elena had her suitcase tampered with so take that…. Insert suitable hand gesture here ;p.
Anyways, add another hour of filling out paperwork to get this sorted, their attitude gave me the impression that this sort of thing seems to be a bad habit that instantly needs to be broken!!! I don’t think they understood that its not recommended that I walk down the aisle barefoot and naked! I decided that I couldn’t imagine my sister’s wedding not working out perfectly, “everything will always work out in the end, and if it hasn’t, then it’s not the end”…. And what’s done is done, there’s no point having a meltdown over something you can’t control. Besides, my mother was doing enough stressing/freaking for everyone. It’s ironic that this happened to someone that’s a clean freak and takes at least two showers a day even when its not necessary, I’m still wearing my plane clothes; and for how long? Grosss! I don’t sleep naked!
The taxi booked through the hotel neglected to make sure there was a baby seat; their lax attitude towards this stuff is astounding. Their response turned into procrastinating and blabbering on in denial, this wasn’t getting us to the hotel any quicker, I thought, until we literally flew and weaved at rapid speeds through the streets like we were on the German autobahn. I guess they are used to driving like this so we should feel safe about it right?! I swear I know a few too many people that must have taken their driving test in an Asian country!!
I had never been so exhausted and craving to be snuggled up underneath the covers, and from what I gathered through my sleepy puffy eyes the resort was amazing :)