Here’s My Account On The Misadventures Of Chiang Mai So Far: On Fuckups In The Airport And Making Random Friends
I am not really sure what to say here except that despite making it safely here in Chiang Mai, all sorts of bad shit that could happen actually happened.Here we go:
1030AM: Arrived at Airport for my 1220PM flight.
1040AM: Walked to my counter and discovered the queue to be mad long. They stuffed three different flights in one counter. And all available counters were not opened.
I walked away, whipped my phone thinking I could beat this shit by checking in online. Ultimately, I could not.
1050AM: Went back to the end of the even longer queue now.
11AM: Discovered that the queue with the sign “Group Check-in” a few people only. I didn’t give a fuck and joined that queue.
It crawled. It didn’t seem to be moving.
Then I discovered somebody removed a barrier from the other side of the normal queue, so basically cutters just spilled over to my side.
1115AM: Made a Thai friend who was going to Bangkok too.
Everybody meet Poot! A young, 20 year-old student studying animation in Singapore!
We made conversation at the long ass queues. And he agreed to help me!
Context on why I needed help:
I booked a ticket to Bangkok and then a domestic flight to Chiang Mai. I totally forgot to factor in the time when I needed to clear customs, head over to the domestic terminal, check in for my new flight and then get to the gate. I somehow took it for granted it worked like connecting flights if I booked a direct one.
Because of that, I only had 1.5 hours to do this. Poot agreed to help me talk to floor staff in Bangkok to help expedite the process.
1130AM: A family in front of us, at the counter was taking a long time. The son, a little rascal literally fucking sat on the conveyor belt, pushed a random button and the whole thing ceased to work for a bit.
It was still a drag. Everything was slow and I was starting to worry.
I ended up helping a a couple of families load their luggages onto the conveyor belt to speed shit up. They were thankful, which was great.
1220PM: Made our flight!
1240PM: Pilot announced that the flight was delayed due to what else but the late comers from the messy counter?
Great huh? That left 1 hour of buffer time now.
I slept the entire fucking way apart from chatting with Poot about animation, work, art, Avengers and how some of the stewardesses were pretty hot.
This was when the age-old question about my age came up. Like everyone else, he didn’t get it right the first time. He thought I was in my twenties.
He’s 20. I can be his uncle.
2PM local Bangkok time: We landed.
215PM: We got off the plane.
And lo and behold! We didn’t exit the plane into the transit lounge. We were on the runway! We had to board a shuttle bus to take us to the transit lounge.
45 fucking minutes left till my flight.
225PM: Reached the lounge.
Made a mad dash to the immigration counters. Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a queue, plus I could go to the ASEAN counter which had no one.
230PM: Finished up with customs. Asked the officer where was the domestic terminal. I told him my flight was 3PM. He was shocked as fuck. He directed me and I dashed off.
I said bye to Poot.
I ran like a dog to the domestic terminal. It was no easy feat as I lugged my bag with me.
I cut the queue out of the international terminal where security check was at. Apparently they kept checking luggages only, so I just zipped by.
I also cut the queue at the domestic security check area thanks to the staff who understood my predicament.
240PM: Fucking made it to my gate on time!
I was panting and wheezing.
241PM: Congratulated myself by taking a slow walk to the restroom.
I accidentally walked into the ladies’ while unbuckling my belt halfway through. I gasped and ran out. A white lady outside laughed.
3PM: ANNOUNCEMENT WAS MADE THAT THE FLIGHT WOULD BE DELAYED FOR 15 MINUTES!
I am fucking done.
I am here safe and sound in my AirBnb now.
Talk about some Jim Carrey-style comedy shit.