Waking up early, I had mixed emotions consisting of mainly fear, butterflies and the re occurring question of 'why is everyone just ok with us booking a one way ticket out of here?'. We had a long day ahead of us, including a 4 hour car journey from Northwich to Heathrow, an 8 hour flight from London to DEHLI, a 6 hour connecting flight to Bangkok, and a further 45 minute transfer to our hotel. Thinking it through, if I had known all this It would of put me right off booking the ticket right from the word go. The flight went a lot quicker than first expected though and we thought our luck was in when a Canadian 30 something lad placed himself next to us on the flight over. Chatty in all the right places, funny, and seemed knowledgable about travelling. An hour in, 'chatty in all the right places' turned into all the wrong places, and resulted in us both blatantly ignoring every attempt he made at making conversation. I guess it was the constant effort to big himself up as a 'gangster', starting a fight with an Indian at the opposite side of the plane and the multiple references to drugs that swayed our minds on him. Im still praying amie wrote down false names when he requested our Facebook names on a piece of screwed up paper half way through the flight.
Hitting into DEHLI the queue was huge to get through security so when a security attendant approached us asking how many was in our group and pushed us through to the front of the queue of over tired, and grumpy travellers we were over the moon. I could hear the mutters of 'there only getting through because there girls' leaving everyone's mouths, and the ones who weren't saying it were certainly thinking it with the looks we were getting. all I could do was smirk. Ha. It pays to be a girl sometimes. It definitely paid when he asked for a tip once he got us through. all we could do is look at each other with vacant expressions due to having no Indian money on us what so ever. We tried to bribe him with amies left over English change but he wasn't too impressed and we were forced to hand over $10.
The second flight went just as quick as the first and being split up enabled us to get an hours sleep for the first time in what seemed like forever. This time I was fortunate to sit next to a Lithuanian business man and a English diving instructor who works on a island called ko tao.
Bangkok airport lived up to both our expectations. Insane and as crazy as
I thought it to be. The only hope we had was to spot a passenger from our plane and shadow them like a puppet until we got through to baggage claim. making our way to find our transfer I honestly couldn't be more pleased to of booked a bmw series 5 limousine to take us to our hotel. I just needed sleep, air con and space from smelly travellers. Sat watching the Bangkok life flash past through the car window, all I had to worry about was that I would soon be classed as one of these 'smelly travellers' and what time breakfast was!