Layover #2: Bangkok

As so my journey continues...

Travel from Osaka to Bangkok was no problem. I flew with Thai Airways and, good grief, they probably have the most beautiful plane I've ever traveled in!

I walked on the plane, all the flight attendants were wearing traditional Thai clothing (which they soon changed out of once they had to start working) made of silk. All the seats were vivid colors of gold, purple, and fuchsia (a very dark fuchsia, believe me, my eyes didn't burn when I saw it). Everything seemed so regal, even the food plates were beautiful! They also had fleece blankets instead of the cheap, thin kind. Quite the posh experience if I say so myself (did I mention I was in economy class?). I sat next to an old, quiet lady who had an ashy cigarette smell about her. Though, I probably didn't smell too great either after hours of travel. As the plane began its accent my eyelids made their decent. I slept solid for a majority of the flight and woke up to a meal of French toast, fruits, yogurt, and other such breakfast foods. Though, as the plane began to lower into its destination the realization that immigration was coming hit me and about half way through my meal I wasn't so hungry anymore.

What would they ask me?
Did I fill out my paper work alright?
Will they give me the right visa?
Is there a wrong visa?
Stop thinking Michelle, you're being ridiculous.

The plane landed and a shuttle soon came to pick up the passengers. After a quick currency exchange I retrieved my boarding pass and took a few small steps next door to immigration. Oddly enough seeing all the counters there actually made me feel relieved (thanks God), maybe because it showed me how the process was going to go. The joys of being a visual learner. I walked up to the counter and the immigration man didn't even talk to me (YES!). He stuck his hand out for my passport, stamped a few things, made a couple of staples, and sent me on my way.

Feeling rather foolish for, once again, getting myself all in a tizzy for no reason, I continued on my way to find internet. That was a whole different process. I first tried to see if there was a source I could just connect to without any sort of code. No luck. I went to an internet kiosk. It had awkward keys, and a strange sort of mouse ("Ain't nobody got time for dat!"). So I packed myself up and began my journey for the interwebs. At last I found a service desk and they gave me the necessary login information.

Now I sit, on a light blue chair this time, patiently waiting for the final flight of my venture.
So close, yet so far!

See you in Chiang Mai...preferably after I shower and brush my teeth.