So my flight out of DC was pretty much uneventful until I hit Doha. I was kinda knackered, so for the most part just slept waking up in time to watch one movie before we touched down in Doha.
I get off and am wondering do I go thru transfer and wait out the next 7+ hrs or am I going to meet up with Girlie and Ramish. I turn my phone on and hope to have a txt mssg from them...none...sigh...so transfer lounge it is.
For those of you who know me, will know that i HAVE to stay connected to the world of family and friends :D Yup i get on YM, Facebook and check my emails (dammit work emails too....i'm a sucker for my clients). And there it is, a wall post from G saying that their internet was down so when i get in to give them a call. I call Ramish and half an hour he says...."go thru immigration and i'll be there"
Well for one ladies, one could move mountains just by being of the non-covering fairer sex in that country. Flash a smile and barriers were lifted and i mean this literally. So i'm 'escorted' right up to the immigration officer in all of 2 mins. Of course I get one who is fully covered except for her eyes...the kind I fondly refer to as the Darth Vader's :0) I swear to God, these women don't speak louder than a whisper. I'm straining to hear what she is saying and asking and am all but literally climbed half way over the counter top....geez almighty, speak up woman!!
That done i head out and stopped dead in my tracks. Was I in the right country? A sea of indians and bangladeshi's greated me. Nope, nope, wait I see the towelheads dressed in bedsheets (this ref I have to give credit to a friend of mine who was at the same time ym'ing with me and giving me a bloody hard time of my 'trials')
An hour later, he comes and by this time i'm thinking I so need a bath to take away the leerie looks and glares. I jumped into the vehicle and off we went. Destination - bbq at a malaysian friends place. Now what happens when a bunch of Malaysian's get-together no matter where in the world? We talk politics, the m'sian situation and drink!
11.30pm i jump and realise that i am late back to the airport, connecting flight is at 1am and that is when i realised too that I was not too steady on my feet. I'd polished off an entire bottle of wine on my own. Crap! Somehow I made it thru security and onto the plane, praying that I was not going to up-chuck any time soon. That my dear friends is what u get when u drink on an empty stomach. I passed out...no idea when we had taken off or when the guy next to me came to take up his seat. I woke up 10mins before touch down in KL, to find the barf bag clutched in my hand and a crick in my neck, the seatr was still in its up right position! What had I been thinking? I never drink and fly...needless to say I woke up with a hangover.
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