Mid Point aka. Where am I?
Well well well, I expected to log on to cheers from the Paul bandstands about his imminent arrival in the land of the Fosters only to see that this really is getting more interesting.
Let me recap the last few long hours here.
My flight from London wa delayed by 3 hours because of, get this, someone having died on the inbound flight earlier. Yeah. Unfair circumstances I think. Bad stuff, but understandable
This meant I would miss my connection in Dubai if not for the fact that a large group of us on the plane were going the same way, so Emirates managed to hold the flight an hour for us. I got off the plane in Dubai with 30 minutes to connect but STILL had to get myself onto the connecting Sydney flight standby.
I ended up waiting in teh wrong line 15 minutes and then decided to just push to the front and shout "my flight is leaving in 5 minutes!!" at which point someone paid attention to me. Well, all they did was tell me that I couldn't go on standby to Sydney this late. Dejection...I thought it was over
So I ran through the metal detectors, only to be stopped and forced to take off my belt and shoes. THEN I sprinted the last 5 minutes before departure, through the entire Dubai terminal with my belt in my hand and my pants halfway down my butt.
See, here the main thing to understand is that the flight to Bangkok is the same one that continues on to Sydney. So all I really want is to be able to stay on it....nothing more. SO once more, in vain, I try to haggle with the Emirates people right at the gate, telling them that I NEED to go standby to SYdney once I'm in Bangkok. They tell me that Bangkok has to do that. Dejection
Once in the air I pull my trump card, magic smile. AFter dinner I walk to the back of the plane, the stewardess meeting, and plead my case. They listen attentivley and I explain to them that I am only going to have one hour after landing in Bangkok to check out, grab my bag, check in and get back on the flight. They somehow agree to help me! How cool is that. One of the POlish one's tries to fax my info to Bangkok and try to book me whil the others just act nice and ask me about travels.
With my new connections I arrive in Bangkok and even as the plane is still taxiing down the runway, a stewardess grabs me and takes me to the fron of the plane to unload, passing stunned first class travellers and others who dont know if I'm some sor of terrorist or VIP. Tension rises as we park and meet with Bangkok officials who listen to my appeals presented by the Emirates crew. Phone calls go out and people are radioed and we wait...only to hear that I am stuck in Bangkok for 24 hours at least.
My next flight chance is tomorrow at 7pm....wish me luck
Sigh.
I thought it was over right there, no way did I think PT would be stuck. Now it seems that the race has reached the climax is still 50:50 odds. Who knows, the way these things are looking, neither of us might get there!
Money and time running out on the internet machine. Tomorrow I'll tell you guys how I made new friends and navigated to a cool hostel here. And also how I fully respect now Paul's first night in India....this place is weird
Let me recap the last few long hours here.
My flight from London wa delayed by 3 hours because of, get this, someone having died on the inbound flight earlier. Yeah. Unfair circumstances I think. Bad stuff, but understandable
This meant I would miss my connection in Dubai if not for the fact that a large group of us on the plane were going the same way, so Emirates managed to hold the flight an hour for us. I got off the plane in Dubai with 30 minutes to connect but STILL had to get myself onto the connecting Sydney flight standby.
I ended up waiting in teh wrong line 15 minutes and then decided to just push to the front and shout "my flight is leaving in 5 minutes!!" at which point someone paid attention to me. Well, all they did was tell me that I couldn't go on standby to Sydney this late. Dejection...I thought it was over
So I ran through the metal detectors, only to be stopped and forced to take off my belt and shoes. THEN I sprinted the last 5 minutes before departure, through the entire Dubai terminal with my belt in my hand and my pants halfway down my butt.
See, here the main thing to understand is that the flight to Bangkok is the same one that continues on to Sydney. So all I really want is to be able to stay on it....nothing more. SO once more, in vain, I try to haggle with the Emirates people right at the gate, telling them that I NEED to go standby to SYdney once I'm in Bangkok. They tell me that Bangkok has to do that. Dejection
Once in the air I pull my trump card, magic smile. AFter dinner I walk to the back of the plane, the stewardess meeting, and plead my case. They listen attentivley and I explain to them that I am only going to have one hour after landing in Bangkok to check out, grab my bag, check in and get back on the flight. They somehow agree to help me! How cool is that. One of the POlish one's tries to fax my info to Bangkok and try to book me whil the others just act nice and ask me about travels.
With my new connections I arrive in Bangkok and even as the plane is still taxiing down the runway, a stewardess grabs me and takes me to the fron of the plane to unload, passing stunned first class travellers and others who dont know if I'm some sor of terrorist or VIP. Tension rises as we park and meet with Bangkok officials who listen to my appeals presented by the Emirates crew. Phone calls go out and people are radioed and we wait...only to hear that I am stuck in Bangkok for 24 hours at least.
My next flight chance is tomorrow at 7pm....wish me luck
Sigh.
I thought it was over right there, no way did I think PT would be stuck. Now it seems that the race has reached the climax is still 50:50 odds. Who knows, the way these things are looking, neither of us might get there!
Money and time running out on the internet machine. Tomorrow I'll tell you guys how I made new friends and navigated to a cool hostel here. And also how I fully respect now Paul's first night in India....this place is weird
posted by Dzido at
11:52 AM
3 Comments:
Your Mom Dana sent me your blog for me to see what you are doing and where you are doing it.
I remember when you used to help at the office, we were fellow Scorpios along the way.
Life is a fascinating journey. The world is your oyster as you are finding out. You have all the choices in the Universe. All one has to do is trust implicitly in themselves. Just keep on keeping on. What you are looking for, is looking for you too, and one day the two of you meet...VOILA!!
You can make your entire life an adventure if you want to. Or you will have the best memories to tell your "grandkids" - EEK... Your Mom doesn't even have grandkids..hahaha
I love your spunk, sense of adventure, We'll have to call you James Dzido Bond... King of the world.. Wishing you much success, much knowledge, some wisdom, and lots of luck, lots of stamina and great vibes in your endeavour of this Amazing Race..
Us Scorpios can do anything! So great hearing about you. Bye for now Dzido..
Sending you lots of "Light" to shine on your way and help make all the crooked roads straight..Smile... Hope you win and if not, so what, the process is the total win anyhow...
Warm regards,
Sheilane
Oakville, Ontario, Canada
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Anonymous, at 1:40 PM
Dude, this is some exciting stuff. I got butterflys!
Glad to hear you experienced some of the craziness of enterting a stange land. Don't let it throw you off ;)
PS- there is a pretty real chance that I won't make it by the 20th, we gotta make some plans in case that happens.
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Paul T, at 2:05 PM
Hey things are looking good for you in terms of getting there first. But really if you don't make it first it won't be a big deal, cause I'm sure you're a winner in many people's books, including mine. I mean cause you're such a cool brother and I'm sure Mom and Dad would agree that you're a great son.
Miss you
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