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by: deannaketcheson

So the trip began with a with an emotional goodbye from Malaysia, as per usual for me. Then, a lack of sleep the night before, being a touch late checking in, and not having my girls there to help me creatively re-pack my bags, I admitted defeat immediately when I told told that I had to pay $105 CDN for excess luggage. Looks like no from souveniers from Korea... I then thought I'd take a few minutes to casually browse around a few shoe stores before heading down to the gate. Not a good idea. I seemed to forget that I had to go through immigration to exit Malaysia (and for the first time in my life, the line up really did require all those bloody zigzag ropes -- you know, the ones that seem to serve no purpose but to annoy people when you have to wind your way through the empty maze). Finally I was through with 12 minutes left before my flight..plenty of time. So I ambled along only to come to a shuttle train entrance...bugger, I forgot that I was still a train ride away from my gate! But, a train arrived fairly promptly and I arrived on the other side with about 4 minutes to go...plenty of time. I did, however, forget about the Boston Marathon-like distance that I had sprint to get to gate C37. Fortunately, they had those sidewalk escalators which served the dual purpose of helping me get to the gate quicker AND the loud noise of my carry-on suitcase echoing over the grates notified the staff in the distance that I was indeed coming for my flight. As the staff became closer and closer, I could make out their somewhat annoyed glares, their hands on their hips, their feet tapping, and their mouths tsk-tsking me. I really felt like a marathon runner catching a drink of water as I breezed by...as I approached the finish line, the staff grabbed my bags and stuffed them through security, shoved me through the security gate, ripped off my boarding pass, loaded my back up with my luggage once I was through and gave me one final push to the plane hallway. (I also kinda felt like a Michael Shumacher stopping for a check-up in a Formula 1 race ha ha...). I looked down at my watch -- one minute early...plenty of time. The flight was fairly uneventful and I arrived in Hong Kong airport for a two hour layover. You would think that I would have learned from my experience only a few hours prior to get to my butt to the gate in advance, however the free email stand got the better of me and once again I found myself sprinting for my flight. This time I felt kind of special when I heard the final boarding call for the final remaining passenger (not passenger-s) to board the plane (ie. me).
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