|We had a travel buddy system to keep everyone from getting lost.|
|Which was good because they couldn't seat us all in the same row.|
For instance, Little, who inherited my hypoglycemia, didn't eat any of the food she was given the morning of our departure because her tummy was already in knots, so she ended up vomiting on herself in the car on the way to the airport. So there was that, a wardrobe change as soon as we arrived. Plus, we had a ton of luggage, and it seemed every elevator at LAX was closed for maintenance. We ended up in a completely different terminal just to get to the right level before walking back to the terminal we were supposed to be in. That was fun.
What followed was a lot of waiting. Which was the same everywhere. A group our size, with as much stuff as we had, meant we stood for what felt like a very long time while 3 or more people from the airline rushed around behind the counter and processed everything for us, or the immigration person processed our paper work, etc. I wasn't about to rush them. Better to let them figure it all out and make sure there were no mistakes so everything made it on the plane. Even if that meant asking the manager several questions at a time. I signed many waivers regarding my condition and flying.
|A car seat for a toddler is a very good thing on a 14 hour flight. |
He was content to stay still when tied down in it.
Shanghai was a horribly depressing airport, with cigarette smoke from the wide open smoking lounge door filling the gate where we waited. The flight wasn't much better, with rude passengers, lazy stewardesses and the heat on full blast for 4 straight hours. I don't recommend Shanghai Air.
|Some people slept anyway.|
Of course, we were all a little sleep deprived by then.
But the Bangkok airport, especially after Shanghai, makes capitalism look really, really good. Bright, clean, beautiful and huge. Not bad for a place that is a borderline 3rd world country still.
I was surprised by how some people had no problem budding in line in front of us going through immigration. They weren't Thai, but I'm used to the US and the way people at least pretend to be polite like that in such situations. I had to get vigilant about our spot.
I was also surprised, forgetting I suppose that it was 2:30 in the morning, by the guy at the airport food court, which was an amazing place full of good food for really cheap, who told me he wouldn't serve me because he was taking a nap. He was just sitting leaning on a mini fridge sleeping with the stall wide open. SO not something that would happen in the US.
Bangkok Airways was a lovely way to conclude our air travel, with the biggest seats of the whole trip, and an nearly empty plane and stewardesses who spent all their time smiling at BamBam and entertaining him. Every kid got a window seat, Little finally got to sit next to me and was adorable the entire trip and we were there.
|obligatory tourist shot|
|Sean and Prang's house, and our place of residence until after the baby is born.|
|This was a very welcome sight.|
|It's been 4 years since Little and Abby saw each other last. |
They have been inseparable.
|This is Prang. We went exploring in the muban. (That means neighborhood.)|
|Early morning view from the porch.|
Before I drive anywhere I need to get used to the fact that everything is backwards, and get a driver's license, though they tell me no one here cares if I have one or not. They drive on the left side of the road here, and the driver's seat is on the right, and all the way back from the airport I couldn't shake the feeling that Cindy was turning into the wrong lane.
So the adventure continues. But after the momentous effort of just getting here, the rest seems pretty doable right now.
Thanks for all your prayers and love as we made our journey.