Solid. Just solid all the way around. Let’s first talk about
I looked at my flight details for the umpteenth time and
realized that I read it wrong, by about 30 minutes. Big deal? Not really, but
then the rush came….and when you rush, everything with align with the “not-enoughness”
I had two perfect train rides, but then got agitated by the
mere two stairs at Phaya Thai station in Bangkok. Only two exits to go down and both on the
far-ends. See what I was complaining
about? Pretty ridiculous, huh?
Got to the airport link, which is right over this specific
station and I HEARD THE TRAIN. Could I
have run faster to make it? Nope. I missed it by about 2 minutes. Then, here I was standing on the platform,
nodding my head and gasping with discontent, telling myself “this train is
going to take 15 minutes to come.”
I ended up not “living in the moment.” You know? Traveling
to Vietnam for the second time to meet beautiful people? THAT MOMENT! It was
frustrating that I entered that mindset…and I couldn’t escape it because I kept
telling myself, “what if?”…..and the “what if” happened.
Got to the airport. Ran up the stairs and there I was,
searching for my gate. I went to information and of course, a rude (typical)
Thai girl who was rather pathetic and very unhelpful. VietJet Air, being apparently the “annoying
cousin at a party – airline,” was shoved in Row W, which takes minutes to walk
to (this is not like the wondrous Changi Airport where staff are the best in
the world….it’s Thailand – lol). So, because I was on the hurry-and-scarcity
mindset, who was there to greet me at check-in? An asshole. DUH! Luckily it was quick, but then I looked
at passport control, which is the most annoying in Thailand (there old-style
beliefs are criminal), had the longest lines ever.
Wait, it’s Saturday! Arsenio, why the F*** would you fly out
on a Saturday, you fool!
I stood in line for 25 minutes and I saw this little girl
give me a smile. OH, SO HEART-WARMING! 5
minutes later, her father is being chewed out by a complete dick of an
immigration officer. Thai culture, I
suppose? It’s not the new generation, it’s the broken/poverty mindset. If someone ever raised their voice at me, I
would blow up on them in a heartbeat.
Why? I treat people how they treat me.
If I’m in an amazing country, I would shower them with love. However, this is Thailand….and you just can’t
be nice or you would be taken advantage of. It’s like…Cambodia.
I then walk to the window and yes, as always, immigration
loves just looking at a passport as if they’re going to find some hidden
information about me and my whereabouts.
I was batting my eyes at him with my head slanted, shaking my head in
disgust and also laughing. Let’s just say I was mocking him, because I knew at
the very end, you’re going to give me my passport back and I’m going to call
you a stupid. That’s exactly what
happened. SORRY! If you don’t like it,
do something (American tonality).
Enough of the bitching
Ok, minus all Thainess and let’s get into the good –
finally. Two slices of pizza and I’m
surprised I even made my boarding time. Gates open 10 minutes after I
arrived. Just a bad day in all…..because
I left early? Or because it’s Saturday?
Remember, when you fly low-cost airlines, they’re not on
time. If you think and believe you’ll be on-time with an airline you don’t pay
much for, you’re a fool. Was it worth it? HELL YES!
The plane was half-full! The flight attendants had genuine smiles and they are now the most helpful Thai flight attendants in Thailand! YES! Better than Bangkok Airways, ha! Ascending was sound (even though there was some crazy cloud cover and rain had started coming down over Bangkok), and I had not only an entire row to myself, but also the row on the other end of the fantastic A320’s (I’m a HUGE FAN of AirBus. I don’t trust BEOING and their seat pitch is appalling). Ordered me a coffee (I hate coffee but needed to get some reports done) and just glanced over my right shoulder ever-so-often to see the formations of land down below.