"24 hours of struggle"
Okay so…. A story like this that I’m about to tell usually involves an in depth a rant, but seeing as I’ve only had about 8 hours of sleep in the past 3 days and insufficient meals, I really lack the energy to even make this post but let me sum up everything that happened today real quick.
So when we finally landed in Malaysia’s Kuala Lumpur (KL) airport, we were drained from the flight and from our restlessness on board the plane and were so much looking forward to checking into a hotel to getting some rest as there was a 24 hour wait until our next flight. We frantically searched and asked around for the nearest hotel and found out it was 20 minutes away, this was so confusing as my mum told me beforehand that the Kuala Lumpur airport had a transit hotel inside. After searching everywhere and asking around we realized we were in another terminal as the airline we flew with was not connected with the main KL airport which was about 30 minutes away.
Let me just say this…. Never have I heard of an airport with limited chairs and zero couches/sofas and zero transit lounges. We could not exit the airport to the hotel because we did not apply for a Malaysian visa so we really had no option but to sit it out and wait 24 hours in an airport without adequate seating and anything to keep us entertained and awake. The struggle was so real we were tired and starving and had to exchange money to Malaysian currency which I had no idea about but we managed to in the end (we probably got ripped off) and had a quick bite at a fast food place called “MarryBrowns” which was so underwhelming to say the least… I jumped on my phone and luckily there was wifi so I contacted my mum to tell her we landed and the dilemma we were having, just my luck my phone had about 20% battery left and the adapter I brought was not compatible with the power sockets they use in Malaysia. So in the midst of my mum trying to help us out my phone died and she was left wandering if we were safe and okay, poor woman! :(
There was actually not a thing we could do but to wait it out and sit on the floor for 24 hours, I was so tired we slept on our luggages on the floor, at that point I didn’t have a single care about how rachet I looked when fatigue was taking over. To add to the struggle, there was not a clock in sight at the airport and we finally found ONE after searching around everywhere this made absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever! And time was going slow as fuck! It was so painful to sit through.
My friend and I alternated turns taking naps on the ground while the other person looked after the luggage to make sure no one would steal it.
The toilets were revolting, the floor was all wet and I think a toilet was leaking (what more could go wrong?) but there was a moment where I saw cleaners and restaurant/cafe workers and thought how lucky I am to have the opportunity and resources to be able to travel whereas they work in an airport and would probably never even get the chance to see the world.
After we finally caught up on some 15 minute micro naps and devoured some nuggets and fries, we discussed all that had gone wrong today and found the invaluable lessons and experience out of this situation to be helpful for the future and reminded ourselves that travel does not always go accordingly to plan, it’s how you handle situations in the moment that matter most. We remained positive and optimistic throughout the 17 hours of waiting and now it is almost midnight, so just another 7 hour wait until we board our plane and leave this undesirable day behind and finally begin our adventure in Cambodia.
Despite today probably being the closest experience I’ve had to death (slight exaggeration), it was all part of the journey. Here’s hoping the rest of our trip goes well and that today we were put to the test to see if we could get through it, which I know we undoubtedly will! I met some really lovely people who were also traveling and had some good conversations with them. I can make this post now thanks to this lovely lady from Borneo who is also waiting for her flight which departs at the same time as ours. We learnt a lot about each others’ cultures and countries as well as ourselves and the vastly different lives that we live. Thanks to her charger, I was able to get in contact with my poor mum who was worried sick about us and it was so good to let her know we were okay and hear a sigh of relief from her on the other line.
Ok I said I wasn’t gonna write a lot but honestly, how could I not after all the events that unfolded today? This isn’t even the whole story I just tried to cut it down as much as I could. But here are some pictures of our struggle from today lmao. Keep in mind pictures were limited due to my phone dying.
Will blog when we get to Cambodia (finally!) xx