Thailand day 14: time to say goodbye (or at least try)

September 16, 2016

Today was the day: time to go back home. In all honesty, I was kind of glad to go back. Not because I didn’t have fun, no, not at all! But as you can imagine, when you spend two weeks together with three teenage girls, things don’t always go as smoothly as planned. But besides the small conflicts we may have faced, this trip was probably the best one I’ve made in my life so far. And I can’t thank S. and M. enough for allowing me to join them on this journey! 

We spent the first half of the day in the pool at the resort. Since we had to catch our plane from Krabi to Bangkok later that day, there wasn’t really any time to do other activities. We had the pool all to ourselves and it was the perfect way to spend our last hours in Krabi.

After landing in the old Bangkok airport, we took an hour long bus to the new Bangkok airport. Yes, Bangkok has two airports, so be sure to check which one you’re going to or arriving at! Our flights from Krabi to Bangkok and from Bangkok to Brussels were timed so that we had about 3 hours to get from the old airport to the new one before having to check in. You’d think 3 hours to reach the airport an hour away is an ocean of time, right? WRONG! Well, kind of…

The way we planned the trip was that M. and I would be returning home to Belgium, while S. would stay another week to spend more quality time with her family. S.’s flight didn’t leave until the next day, so she was going to spend a night in Bangkok somewhere. But M. and I still had to make sure we DID in fact catch our flight.

But what went wrong, you ask? Everything was fine upon arriving in Bangkok. We found the bus without too much difficulty. We even arrived at the new one before we could check in, so we had some time to spare and walked around the airport for a bit. Then, when we all went to the bathroom, S. suddenly got an e-mail from the old airport saying that they had found M.’s passport in the airplane. When M. finally came out of the bathroom, S. asked her, but M. was convinced her passport was just in her backpack. Well… It wasn’t. What now?? Panic! 

By that time, we had less than 2 hours left before boarding. But the old airport was one hour away! We tried to figure out if there was a way to get M. in Belgium without her passport. Maybe a scan of it was enough? Nope. The only option was to go and get it. S. and M. were able to skip the taxi line (thank you to all the people actually in line) and their taxi driver seemed very happy to finally have a reason to drive way too fast.

I stayed behind. I don’t know if this makes me an a-hole or not, but I wasn’t planning on missing my flight. As a student (with glandular fever) I was too tired and, well, too poor to deal with having to find a different flight home. We had also been bickering quite a lot that day, which might have added to my nu-uh attitude. What would you have done in that situation?

The next few hours were terrifying. I was all by myself, with a phone that was just about dead, in an overcrowded airport where not a lot of people spoke English. Meanwhile, S. and M. had made it to the old airport, somehow got hold of the passport and were making their way back. I must say, it was pretty fking cool to see them walk through those doors.

We said goodbye to S. and checked in. It was a spectacular end to an even more spectacular trip. And I’m glad I got to experience it! Bye, Thailand!



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