We arrive in Sabah, and even though it’s Malaysia, and a
domestic flight, there are these shitty little immigration cunts flexing their powers:
when I get to the front, there is a problem, of course, as my visa expires on
the 28th. So why exactly is that a problem? That’s a week away, and your
records will tell you that I have a return flight out of KK on the 24th, plus a
return flight to the UK on the 28th. She doesn’t really understand as calls
over a supervisor. Great – I can see me being detained for the next few days,
rather than spending it in total fucking luxury!
I get through (me still smiling through gritted teeth) and we’re met by our
driver – Lionel (I think) who takes us to the jetty to check in and get a speed
boat over to the Bunga Raya Resort Island. We have to wait, so I have a beer
and Arif has tom yam soup on the waterfront. I think I am going to like KK…
No comments:
Post a Comment