*fingering my worry beads*

Butterflies in the stomach, and I’m not even out of Darwin!

One of the biggest worries on my mind right now, just as I am about to leave for the airport, is that: because I couldn’t get a direct flight to Kuala Lumpur, I booked two flights…the first from Darwin to Bali, and the second from Bali to KL. This is only the second time I’ve flown overseas (we usually travel by sailboat, and inter-island by ferry) so I didn’t realize when I was booking flights that I should allow a good two hours between one flight and the next, to check in and clear security and all that. My departure to KL is 30 minutes from my arrival in Bali. By that time, even without luggage to collect, the gates and check in counters should be closed, I’ve been told. It’s a promo flight, so there’s no changing things now. Hoo, boy!

My deepest, visceral desire right now is to rock back and forth, moaning and groaning quietly.

Thank God I have Brian Thacker‘s book “Where’s Wallis?” with me…his travel misadventures make mine seem light, by comparison. It will probably, in the end, all boil down to paying more money for a second flight to KL, if I miss the one I mis-booked. That’s okay, but I only have 400 dollars, so another flight will leave me quite poor. Will deal with that. Just get me to KL!

But I am trying to stay optimistic about it…I may just get ushered onto my plane by friendly, sympathetic crew who hold up the pilot, at the very last minute. Something dramatic with the whoel airport rooting for me as I run by…arrive on plane, flushed and glared at by everyone else, but happy. It’s a crappy scene from a la-di-da Hollywood movie, totally unrealistic, I know I am deluding myself. But I will move with that happy ending in mind, anyway…meaning, I’ve got my running shoes on, I am ready to kick and elbow my way off the plane in Bali ahead of everyone else, and ready to sprint through an unknown airport, jump hurdles, bellow across the room at the boarding gate security, papers in hand, in a desperate attempt to get on my flight. Ready, in other words, to make an utter disgrace of myself.

*groannn groann groannn…rock, rock, rock*

What’s the worst that can happen? I end up living in an airport, like Tom Hanks? No, it will boil down to monetary punishment, I think, and the sour looks of the unimpressed staff who have to deal with enough shit without this idiot woman who books her flights, one on top of the other, as though she were hopping city buses.

Kris, the most hardcore traveller I know, is unsympathetic. “You’ll learn,” he shrugs. “You’ll find a way.” I am devastated, but I know he’s right. He won’t even loan me another two hundred dollars in case I have to buy another ticket or pay a penalty. LOL Nothing that really teaches you something is ever easy or unpleasant, and I don’t hold it against him at all. I just feel like knocking my head against a concrete wall for getting myself into this mess. It will not KILL me, I’m sure of that, and you’ve heard the old adage, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger…” This I should know, I’ve been in many worse travel situations before…

so why do I feel like throwing up? Keep your fingers crossed for me! Here’s hoping my next post will be from an internet cafe in KL!

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6 thoughts on “*fingering my worry beads*

  1. Ha! great post! I had to do a similar thing coming to the US from Mexico. Fortunately, they held the plane because I wasn’t the only one late! I did get to the plane and have a brief emotional breakdown. (They just thought I was afraid to fly and gave me some apple juice).
    Good luck and keep me (us) posted!!! I will keep my fingers crossed for you!

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  2. Bummer! I hope you didn’t get stuck in Bali.
    If you did, you might find it hard to find cheap food at the Airport, but if you get past customs and are able to go outside there’s a reasonable soup bar at the Taxi rank..

    Good luck with your travel.

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  3. Hope for a small airport that allows you to get from one plane to another in a HURRY. I’m expert at missing flights having done so many times between Maine and Houston. So long as you have a good book, and a journal/iPad/computer or whatever to write on, you’re good.

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  4. You’ll be fine. But I’m sending you lots of love anyway for a safe journey. I once had to climb a ladder to some kind of side-door entry on a moving ship. I don’t really know how that happened, but it’s the kind of “Mission Impossible” experiences I’ve come to expect, being married to Edber. Happy travelling!

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