20.07.2010 - 20.07.2010 27 °C
“Could passengers White and Asprey please proceed to gate 4 for immediate boarding!” our names seemed to echo round the departure lounge. We’re always last on the plane, its our game plan to be on the plane as short a time as possible. Let the people fight, and then we’d walk on calm and in control. The problem was, this time we were not in control, or more to the point ‘I’ wasn’t in control, I was running, but I was running away from the departure gate. I couldn’t think of a worse time for my four day bought of constipation to come to a violent end. You’ll be please to know I made it. And the flight.
That was two weeks ago, since then we’d travelled through six countries, travelled on buses, boats, taxis and five flights. We we’re just boarding our sixth. The last fifteen days had been fantastic, we’d spent time showing Sarah’s Mum and Dad all our favourite parts of South East Asia and it had been one of the best holidays we’d had in a long time.
But now this sixth flight marked the end of our holiday and the start of our travelling. There is a difference. Expensive hotels would give way to flee pit hovels, clean sheets would be replaced by biohazard-mattresses and spar baths would be a distant memory and we stood on a carpet of hair in some mank shower cubical trying not to touch the walls with our flesh.
We flew to Kuala Lumpur and checked into the Tune hotel in the airport grounds