frantic days

11 hours and 45 minutes of flight time + 6 hours of transit time, i'm back in malaysia. o lordy lordy lordy. what an experience. not only did i get up at the wrong time during the last day, i almost missed my flight thanks to the Vietnamese. All 9 of us got up at 530am to catch the flight from Gaborone to Johannesburg, of all to have problem yours truly had to have his ticket unconfirmed, but confirmed at 10am.

ok so i thought fuckin hell! i could be sleeping now. then WHAM it hit me, fucking hell i could be stuck here for another day! FUCCCCCCCCCKKKK NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i swear you could hear me scream eventhough my mouth didn't open. i guess the other 8 saw my expression and offered to buy breakfast for me. as the last 8th member of the faculty walked out into the heavy pouring rain on the de havilland (the plane with propellers on its side), i cursed under my breath ... maybe i was too quick to curse as i knew this wasn't going to be an easy flight check in for me.

i had planned to get souvenirs for the rest at johannesburg, if all works well i would have an hour to do so. so i spend 2 hours talking about the office to 2 drivers. even then at 930am, i was still having problems with my e-ticket (mental note to everyone travelling to bots, fuck the e-ticket)so i got on, smell reeking from my underarms due to panic. of all seats, i get the jump seat where you have 29 fuckers looking directly at you, as you are the only one seated facing them, thats why it's the jump seat, anything happens you jump first.

so i land at johannesburg, and i go into what i term as an african night market, the place is so fucking packed, you can hardly see any signs. so i get to the SIA counter at 1145pm, only 4 or 5 people in front of me, not too bad i thought ..... except all 4 or them were holding group check ins for a vietnamese tour group so in actual fact i had 40 people in fron of me. SHIT there goes my 1 hour shopping time, actually that never came to mind but this did "if i miss the flight because of these vietnamese,i swore i will personally make some of them lose more than an arm". As the african frantically tells them, "english????" they go "cindy?" "cindy" who the fuck is cindy? After fidgetting from 1210 till 1245, i got my ticket in less than 5 mins. as i ran up the stairs, you could literally put a tap under my arms.

as i reached the gate A11, i saw the rest of the 8 smirking, "dumela" they said and all i could mutter was, i'm going to fucking kill the viets. so i didn't get anything for anyone, between getting on a flight back home and buying stuff for people, i choose coming home.for the newly wed couple sitting next to me on the flight, im really sorry about the pungent smell from my underarms, i usually don't recycle my shirts except when my university insists on my fucking luggage weight to carry robes back.

for all the fucked up things that happenned to me - going to gaborone, a fucke dup flight route and the last fiasco. im not reporting to work for at least 3 days.