02/23/2014
On our way to the airport the three of us met up at the interchange station and headed out to the airport together. When we got there we all changed our money over. One of us didn't bring cash to exchange and opted to use a VISA. That doesn't fly. So she went up to her bank's airport branch only to realize she didn't have her bank card. I can understand this, bar-proof your wallet so if you lose your wallet you don't have to rebuild your life after your vacation (or a drunken adventure). She got on her phone to her boyfriend, then the bank, then back to the boyfriend. They tried several ways to figure this out (I was busy reading and perusing the airport occupying my mind and trying not worry.) Eventually the ever-loving boyfriend cabbed down to the airport, she pulled out her money, exchanged it, and then it was a mad dash* through security.We got to the gate as it was boarding.*That's kind of a lie. We put our carry-ons through the x-ray machine. Guess whose bag gets flagged? After the ordeal with bank card issues my friend had left something in her bag. It gets worse, the personnel couldn't find it on the first try. He took it back to the x-ray machine to see if he could relocate it! I don't blame him, there were about twenty pockets on the pack. We jumped through immigration and walked right onto the plane. Good thing we came early.
According to the pamphlet on the plane these are ten things to do in Malaysia.
- Eat nasi lemak.
- Drink coffee from a saucer
- Make lots of friends.
- Call home.
- Eat with your hands.
- Haggle, haggle, haggle at Petaling street.
- Hang out at a local coffee shop.
- Learn the language.
- Go "mamak"ing 'til late.
- Don't get ripped off on mobile plans.
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