Kuala Lumpur? No. Moscow.

I have to get up early to get to the airport: I don’t think that it will be particularly efficient process of getting through to my flight…and I was right. I was slightly early but the check in desks weren’t open. I couldn’t check in online as I didn’t have anyway of printing out the boarding pass, so there was little point; there aren't any self check-in booths in Ho Chi Minh Airport. Anyway, there was a massive queue ahead of me, all belonging to the same party: about 30 what appears to be Buddhist monks. Well, female monks…so I think I am going to be here for a long time.

The check-in desk one along comes alive and displays the Air Asia AA881 flight to Kuala Lumpur, so I move to this queue, along with a bunch of Russians who spotted this before me and started gathering ahead of me there. Suddenly there is a lot of indecipherable dialogue between them all and one of them walks off, looks at the monitors, comes back and starts shouting to his Russian friends something I don’t understand – but as soon as he finishes their party frantically gathers all their belongings and start to move to the other side of the check in area. I stop one, in the hope that he understood /  spoke English, and asked if the check in desk had changed.

"Moscow?" He asked. "No, Kuala Lumpur" I replied. "We go Moscow". 

OK... I still didn’t understand why they were waiting patiently in a check in queue that was clearing displaying a flight to Kuala Lumpur… Anyway, after they had all buggered off, I was at the front of the queue – result! I guard my boarding pass and keep it in my hand until I reach Kuala Lumpur, remembering the number of times this airline wanted to see it on the way here.

I thought that I’d have the seat next to me empty on the way home, but at the very last minute this young Japanese man gets on, and I have to move my bag from the seat. Bloody cheek! He’s irritating: he falls asleep almost immediately (though this is probably pretend, remembering my time in Japan) and has one of those heads that keeps bobbing from side to side and jerking suddenly, all the way home. He ends up knocking me a few times, irritating turd, so I occasionally cough loudly in his ear and "accidentally" elbow him in his side to wake him from his lollopy head sleep.