Ha Noi to Beez
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 22 Jan 2018 02:37
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Ha Noi to Beez
Neez
  Our digs organised a private car for
us to get to the airport and gave us a six dollar discount (we paid ten when the
usual going rate is sixteen to twenty). Our driver spoke not a word but at least
he didn’t beep his horn, which made for a wonderful, peaceful three quarter of
an hour journey. Ten minutes out visibility dropped
to thirty feet or so. Mmmm, hope we can take off at one o’clock. Once inside the
terminal Christmas is still going strong. They may of
course leave them up until Chinese New Year next month as we see year of the dog
begin.
  View from the
ladies toilet, full-length glass windows with a sign that reads “Do not
lean against the glass”. Through baggage drop, Immigration, x-ray and to our
gate within thirty five minutes. We sat for twenty minutes and were very pleased
to see our plane come in.
  Ten minute turnaround and we watched
our bags trundle out as we walked down the
flexi-thingy to the plane. We sat for a few minutes waiting for a lady to come in, then we took off exactly on
time.
  We could just make
out the ground below but as soon as we were above the
clouds it was gorgeous.
   As we began our descent we could see the ground very clearly, then a bit of a
wiggle as we went through a cloud, then a real wiggle
at the next one.
   The coast of
Malaysia.
  Inland.
Amazing that not that far from Kuala Lumpur is such a huge area of palm for oil production.
 As we land at KL
and begin to taxi in our pilot tells us the
time has moved on an hour and the temperature outside is thirty two degrees. How
marvellous.
   Forty minutes to get through
Immigration, our chap never mentioned my crowded Passport, always a pleasure
coming through, not a jot of hassle. We slowly make our way to the bus stop and
sit with a Coke for the next hour or so. On time we leave KL at eight forty five
with a lovely driver who doesn’t see the accelerator as a Lilo air-bed pump. Mr
Chew is waiting for us at Sitiawan bus stop at one forty five. I smack a small
cockroach to death with my book (must remember to wash it when I get in) as it
marched across the back of Mr Chew’s seat. It’s body falls and I see movement. I
borrow Bear’s torch and see the dead one has friends. Oh my. Fancy getting an
infestation on Bee from a damned taxi. I ask Bear to throw away Mr Chew’s phone
number as the risk of doing this again is too much. Quarter past two and there she is. Such a shock to see her without her bee stickers but Jimmy the paint man’s sander
has been busy. Very naked at her back end. The girl
next door is looking smart in a shiny blue, so looking forward to Beez getting
her new coat. Half two and bedtime it is.
ALL IN ALL LIKE TAKING THE
BUS HOME
GREAT TO BE
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