plane karma

I knew I shouldn't have blogged about crazy plane trips and me - today the weight of the plane-carmic-forces came slamming down on me and took poor Alison as an innocent bystander too. We woke up at 4am to get to the airport for our 6am flight to KL, only to find it was cancelled. Lugging ourselves and our luggage through 2 airport terminals and legions of airport staff that had no idea what we could do, lining up in a hideous line at another airline's (still closed) airport desk for an hour, and forking over some of our shoe shopping allowance later, we are finally, 3.5 hours after PLAN A started to fail, on another flight.

We are exhausted, grumpy, and wickedly needing an ALCOMAHOLIC DRINK (despite it being 7.20am and the sun is just getting out for the day), because people, we incurred the wrath of the plane karma, and we incurred it bad.

Wish us luck for the rest of it, and please do that voodoo dance you do so that the gods of the planes start smiling on us again. Now all that could make this ordeal any more trying is if Mister Odoure or Miss Brazilia is sitting next to us!