Tomorrow never comes!
And I felt like lost, was pushing the cart up and down, between 2nd and 3rd floors through those shops of luxury fashions, perfume, watches, books, handicrafts, restaurants, exchangers. Was I being in another fancy department store in Shanghai? Excited still, however, I needed a place for this long night.
The airport was pretty loose, allowing people lying down and sleeping for the nights, on the seats and on the floors too. What I envied the most was a cozy prayer room, designed for Muslims, now packed with people mostly asleep on colorful sheets of fabrics. I almost had the impetus to sneak inside,murmur sorts of prayers and then lie down bravely.
When I realized my heavy eyelids, it was already 1 am. I needed some sleep,I told myself. Later I concluded my long story about sleep could actually be divided into phrases, based on various locations and positions.
For the very first phrase, it occured at a small corner against a huge column. Since I was all by myself, I wouldn't risk losing everything on my first day of trip. My bags, now numbered four in total with one extra from my stupid thick down jacket and sweaters. I groped out a lock to tie the belts of three big ones onto the cart, then rest my feets on the lower part of the cart, bury the tiny one( with all my money, and passport and camera) between my legs. ( some idea about my position? Never expected my neck so soft but so long, like a crane!)Feeling more secure when I found out later, I was just opposite to an info desk. Satisfied,I lowered my head and rested it on my lap and quickly dozzed off.
I came to wake up suddenly for no clear reason, my neck so breaking numb. I tried hard to open my eyes, feeling like the weight of the whole airport on it. Nothing was wrong and metres away, originally full seats were vacanted now. I swiftly struggled there, with my numb legs. Putting one flatter bag on one of the seats( still locked together with the cart), I stretched out my short legs and lied down; under my jacket, I carried out my phrase two sleep, roughly for about 2-3 hours.
And when I was waken up again by some announcements about a early flight, I felt a little shameful and guilty for taking so much space. But around me, from a strange angle, nearly nobody, either 'floating in air' awake or asleep, seemed to care. Sleep is everything! Anyway, I sat up and swallowed down some peanuts and water, while two indians came over and filled up my leg seats. I stood up and walked away. Up on the third floors, the stores were still open but with few customers except the cafes and restaurants.
This airport was new, hardly for half a year old. Half of the structure was still empty,located on other side of the shopping area, were currently some lounges for airliners. Yes, lounges. I remembered some people posted on the internet about soft sofa seats with Thai airliner. And I was now at there! But definitely I was late a little bit. The playing grounds ( in the daytime) now were all occupied by families and children. But the cafe next there had some decent and noble seats available. I made a move, steadily but quickly. Different from the seats down there, those were soft sofas, I moved four of them around me and then encircled myself and my cart around. Warm and soft, I fell asleep very soon.
Vaguely there were more and more announcements, even this area was in the other side of structure. It was 6 in the morning; I felt much better. After the washroom, I decided to check about the counters for visa-upon-arrival, located on the left and right ends of the arrival lobby. In the morning they were not busy and for a while, I didn't see any Chinese applicants. Although the doubt about my own fate was not cleared, I decided to push it aside and not to worry about it now, after all it would be 23 days later, on Jan 9th I would be coming back here for visa.
The seats at the transit areas were almost full; but maybe it's was morning now, most people were becoming acting normal. Tired and sleepy still, people tried to rest on elbows or their companions' shoulders. I passed by the muslim prayer room and was hit by their comfort again. But when I walked back to my confort , sad to notice the cafe was starting to clean up for business. But closeby was lounge for Bangkok airway. Their vip room looked wonderful, only if I was allowed.Funny discovery was opposite to it there was a massage room with good business in early morning . How decadent! On those seats, those flat, metal kind, I watched a very beautifull sunrise out of windows with a group of British teenagers arguing loud about something or nothing. After they finally left, I slept again, only to wake up to find a Indian new parents cuddling and feeding their baby.
In our entire human life, the happiest part must be when we were babies, knowing nothing but love and care from parents. I thought, and lost in missing my parents.
Then came after, waiting...
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some reading
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walking around ...
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Finally it was check-in time. With no difficulty, I got my boarding pass after showing the remarks to Bangkok airways staff, from her coworkers on my print of the itinerary the night before.
Then came another two hours' waiting,during which, I had some chat with a American professor who was flying to Myanmar for some arts and advertisement lectures. It was his third time he'd been there. He gave me some recommedations about hostels.
The plane we were boarding must belong to Phuket airways, the collabrator with Bangkok airways, because the craft was painted very colorfully with sealives, corals, palm trees and beaches. I guess within the next ten minutes after the takeoff, I sank into a sound and relaxed sleep, even among the wild laughters from my friendly neighbours, a thai lady at her American husband's smallest jokes. This was my phrase five sleep, the best one of course,because I was awaked to be offered the drinks and the lunch.
Myanmar I was really coming! Hope everything would go well, thank Buddha.
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