Well I got a good deal on a ticket to China but as I didn't want to be in China I had another day of travel ahead. Now I was flying from Beijing to Kuala Lumpur, capital city of Malaysia. This trip was a real slog, tell you what.
It was Chinese New Year season so I was interested in the related advertisements. Here they are selling prosperi-tea. Do you get it? You don't get it.
I was born in the year of the rat! I have a feeling that this is going to be a very auspicious year.
On the plus side this trip afforded me time in indulge in one of my great hobbies: looking out the window.
My nose was a little stuffy and my sinuses were not having a good time. They had been through too many air pressure changes and were making clear their displeasure. I was awoken from a nap with a shooting pain in my head that I could feel in my gums. Flexing my head to make my ears pop was suddenly a dangerous procedure that would produce more shooting pain. I think all of this flying had finally broken my face.
I was impressed by the automatic luggage accepting machines at Kuala Lumpur International Airport. They had fully automated the check-in process.
The terrible final season of Game of Thrones has pretty much killed my appetite for any related merchandise, but I do think that the scotch whiskey tie-ins are pretty cool. They have a different blend for all of the main houses.
There were several lounges for me to kill time at the airport. I was going into withdrawals after being denied lounge access in Beijing. Mask use here was varied, maybe depending on where the passenger was going to/coming from. I think that since I was out of China I stopped wearing one. Meanwhile I think I saw another guy who was wearing four layered on top of one another. What a time to be alive.
I went full on street urchin and held my bowl out for more at least once. I believe this was the curry laksa.
And so I was at a cramped little table slurping soup at a Malaysian airport when I learned that Kobe Bryant had died in a helicopter crash.
Gender separated prayer rooms.
Beer pong has ruined enough of my Sunday mornings that I'm really thankful that whisky pong has not caught on.
I'm tempted to book a capsule for the next time I pass through this airport. I've slept in a capsule hotel once before in the Akihabara neighborhood of Tokyo. It was a very amusing experience. If you love coffins you'll love a capsule hotel.
The like three white people in line for my final flight to Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei had duty free bags full of alcohol. Booze sales are forbidden in Brunei and I cursed my lack of foresight. Eh, I was only going to be here a few days and maybe these people were long-timers.
Found this heart warming message on my immigration card.
In line for immigration I chatted up a couple of random foreign looking people waiting nearby. One guy said he was a pilot for Royal Brunei Airlines and a woman said she worked for Royal Dutch Shell. So royal. They were incredulous when I told them I was in Brunei for tourism. "You might be the first one ever".
Bandar Seri Begawan is the capital of the Sultanate of Brunei. The city was simply known as Brunei Town until 1970. In Malay, Brunei's full name is Negara Brunei Darussalam, which translates to "Nation of Brunei, the Abode of Peace".
A nice part about going to a rather obscure country that a lot of people back home have likely never even heard of, is that I'm under zero pressure to cram in a bunch of sightseeing if I don't want to. I definitely won't have a "how did you not see the Eiffel Tower??" conversation with anyone when I return.
I was wandering around the airport looking for a help desk that might have a phone to call my driver, when I stumbled upon said driver holding a sign with my name on it. Well that worked out nicely.
The airport had a pretty nice looking mosque.
Yay! Now I can go to the hotel and pass out regardless of what day or time it is.
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