urn run - the first leg
My anxiety had
growth over the waiting period; my shifts were packed as usual as I need to do
20 shifts in 25 days before I hit the airport. I later found out that the
window I had planned was within the school holidays and it also collided with Hari
Raya Haji. No wander the flight ticket was expensive and hard to book.
After reminder
from my dad about the holiday matter 3 weeks before the journey. I had to
discard my plan of doing a last minute hotel booking. The best choice was hotel
around the Mid Valley Mega Mall. The drive should be 20 mins or less; I had wanted to get something nearer preferably breakfast not included but yet it was not a good area for some food apparently. I had to settle with the Cititel Hotel which came with
breakfast.
During the scarce
off day Ving and I had gone to IKEA and bought a basket made with rotan.
It would be my container to hold the urn during the drive. I had done some math
and estimated that the basket could hold the urn properly and could be secured
with the safety belt on the back seat without any difficulty.
I had packed a
simple luggage and booked the connecting flight from JB to KL 2 weeks before
the journey.
Ving, dragon cat
and I left home at 10am. It was a smooth drive and we reached the airport by
11am. I kissed Ving good bye and headed to the double A counter. The queue was
long even with the frequent flyer lane.
I managed to check
in my luggage after 40 min of lining up at the counter. The security and immigration
check was fast though. In no time, I was patronizing the free duty shop and
trying to get a cask strength whiskey for my brother.
My brother was
lucky as I had managed to land my hand on a Omar Shirley Cask Strength produced
by Nantou Distillery which he had sourcing for sometimes.
The boarding was
smooth and I had fallen into dreamland as usual before the flight take off.
The Pak Nasir nasi
lemak was tasty as usual; it had been 4 years since I had it. Not surprisingly, the ‘not
enuf’ sensation had emerged when I swallowed the last piece of it.
Peace was with me
as I closed my eyes and flashing back of what had happened since the CNY trip…Everything
was in order and yet I had prepared for the worst as anything could go wrong
especially when one is dealing with the dark side…..
The flight had landed uneventfully and I was greeted by my brother at the exit.
We had had dinner at the Nine dragon ice shop where we had noodle and red bean ice campur(HK style of course). Nice meal but expensive though(no the price only, but later both of us had suffered from diarrhea the next day).
We had arrived late at the hotel and enjoyed a sip from the whiskey which I purchased few hours earlier....
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urn run - the first leg
