How do we start the day?
Not enough sleep.
And it’s the holy month Ramadhan. The amount of tiredness, hunger and thirst are incomparable to other months. The threshold was reduced to a point so below that seeing a cat licking a puddle of dirty water on the streets, in broad daylight was so tempting. But I had my composure and went through the days which had been so difficult for me.
Our flight Pegasus Airline departed on 0355am from Amman Queen Alia International Airport, and was scheduled to arrive at Sabiha Gocken, at local time 0845am. I hate airport and I hate all the procedures involved. Make me less favour of flights and airplanes.
I should make a post about airport, flights and things I hate about them. Hmmm.
Three days upon departure, it had them very rough. There were so many things to manage to the point I did not get enough sleep. And the stress added up every day. I had to move out from the house. So I have to pack everything and take all the boxes to my new house. At the same time, I will travel home to Malaysia, the same day I finish my trip, so add to stress number two:
packing all the stuffs I have to take back to Malaysia.
And I still have to plan for the trip. Our itinerary wasn’t complete because of non-stop, around the clock final exams; 11 papers, which I barely survived; but I did (All mercy from god). Which added to the stress number three:
completing a how-the-hell-I-should-do itinerary.
But here I am waiting for the next connecting flight for Istanbul after dealing with people who do not even know how to line properly, making the process for passport control slower. Not to mention the officers here are not familiar with Malaysian passport, they had to make a call etc etc which resulted in our line being delayed. It was funny because his eyes couldn’t tell the similarities between picture of me on Passport vs me in real life, standing in front of him. Yes, because I wear spectacles in real life but you cannot wear one while taking a passport picture.
It’s better that way rather than because I put on some weight on my cheeks and also my chin.
I was not impressed by Antalya Airport. Neither Sabiha Airport. It’s only normal for you to claim your baggage at checkpoints of your last flight, even if you have connecting flight before. But they separate international and domestic baggage claim. Mine was direct baggage transfer from Amman. It’s international but my last flight was domestic, from Antalya.
I waited and no baggage of mine came out, I started to freak out. And then someone had to come and tell us that our baggages were at the international lounge. So yeah, I never knew how they operate. But everything went quite well and still in time I scheduled for each destinations.
Turkey is lovely! It reminds me the feeling of Malaysia a little bit. The weather wasn’t too hot, perfectly humidified. Turkey is one of the country I’d die to visit, falls second from Japan. All the greens, trees, roads, modernised building and skyscrapers, good public transportation summarise Malaysia in a paragraph. The rest of the page is only completed by having families and loved ones by side.
Perhaps, someday Japan will be within reach. And perhaps with my loved ones? Solo travel doesn’t sound so bad as well. Haha.
To be continued.