The song from the musical Chess says: ‘One night in Bangkok
and the world's your oyster’. But that night was at the end of a very long day
which went something like this …
Jean Batten's plane and a Lord of the Rings statue - must be Middle Earth! |
Alarm went off at 4.30am! Picked up by a shuttle at 5.30am and
dropped off at Auckland
international airport at 6am.
I had a moment when I thought I wasn’t going to get any further.
The young and presumably inexperienced girl at the check-in counter was
hesitant about the fact that my return flight is booked for August. ‘What are
you doing between now and August? You don’t have a visa to spend 8 months in Cambodia .’ I
lied: ‘I’m travelling around Asia but I had to
book a return flight because many countries won’t let you in without one.’ She
still phoned her supervisor, who obviously said it was fine, because she
proceeded to process my reservation and give me the window seat I requested
and, by some miracle – the girl was also surprised – the system didn’t charge
me for my overweight bag – still 26kgs, even though I’d shed the rug, table
runner, throw, winter jacket, jumpers and scarves I’d brought back from Peru!
Departed Auckland at 8.35am for the
3-hour flight to Sydney
with Qantas. It was a smooth flight: the Tasman was looking flat, the clouds
were minimal and the Sydney
coastline looked as inviting as ever. Shame I wasn’t stopping!
Nothing noteworthy happened in Sydney . After 4 hours of walking the halls and
using the free internet – Auckland
airport authorities take note: FREE internet! – and eating a snack and walking some
more and taking a few photos – nice Chrissie decorations! – and buying some
little trinkets for Cambodian friends, I departed Sydney
at 14.35pm, again with Qantas, for the 9 hour flight to Bangkok .
Congratulations to Qantas for employing a mature crew with a great
sense of humour for the long-haul flight. ‘Trays! Trays! Give me your trays!’ called
out one grey-haired attendant, and an announcement over the intercom from the
customer service manager went something like this: ’Using skills learned years
ago in Kmart, smiling Satesh will now begin selling duty-free items from the
catalogue in the seat pocket in front of you.’
Surprisingly for an airline, the food was good, and they were very
generous with the alcohol. I had a Bloody Mary that was more bloody than Mary,
but delicious all the same. The choice of movies was pretty abysmal, though.
The blockbuster selection consisted of the latest Jason Bourne film, which I
watched, and one another, that was so forgettable I’ve forgotten its name.
My only complaint Qantas, if you’re listening, is that you charge
passengers to reserve a seat using your online check-in system. Unbelievable!
We arrived in Bangkok
spot on time at 19.35pm local time. Suvarnabhumi,
Bangkok ’s
international airport, is huge, bustling and efficient. Thanks to the baggage
man who rescued my bag from going on to Cambodia a day early – and mine
wasn’t the only one he rescued. And thanks to the hotel collection process,
which seemed chaotic initially – my instructions were to go to the collection
point at gate 4 on level 2 – but my name was there on a sign and within a few
minutes I was being whisked off to my hotel.
The hotel was fairly ordinary but the bed was
hard, the shower reasonable and the aircon working, which met all my
requirements for a good night’s sleep. And after that one night in Bangkok, it
was a short one-hour’s hop here to Siem Reap, Cambodia, a place familiar and
welcoming, and a return to where my world travels began when I first
volunteered here in December 2009. Only time will tell whether the world really
is my oyster!
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