You can comment on what sort of day you think it was after you read this. This is in chronological order according to the times on my stupid (you’ll see why) watch:<\/p>\n
2:33: I wake up, look at my watch, think Thank<\/em> goodness<\/em> there’s<\/em> still an hour<\/em>, and go back to sleep.<\/p>\n 3:25: Alarm doesn’t go off.<\/p>\n 4:08: We wake up to Mom knocking on our door. I tell Ethan to get his butt in the shower, and I answer the door. We think she had been standing and knocking for quite a while.<\/p>\n 4:10: Ethan finishes his shower- if you can call a nozzle sticking out of a wall and spraying the toilet a shower.<\/p>\n 4:33: We’re all dressed, showered, packed, and out the door in the airport shuttle.<\/p>\n 4:44: Our arrival at the airport is too early; we have to wait until five o’clock rolls around.<\/p>\n 4:59: We’re checking in and the lady looks at our tickets from Bangkok to New Delhi.<\/p>\n 5:00: She asks if we have our Indian visas.<\/p>\n 5:01: We don’t.<\/p>\n 5:06: She pulls up a list of countries whose citizens don’t need visas beforehand: Cambodia, Singapore, South Korea, Mexico, Vietnam… the US is not on there.<\/p>\n 5:07: We head to the benches to regroup and an exclamation is heard: “I want to go home.”<\/p>\n 5:38: A family sits down across from us, happily eating their Hilton breakfast and displaying their Swiss passports.<\/p>\n 5:52: They finally leave.<\/p>\n 6:37: We go to the United Airlines counter and reschedule our flight to India for Friday.<\/p>\n 6:39: The benches are a wonderful find.<\/p>\n 7:32: Our bags (except for Dad’s backpack) are left with the people at LEFT BAGGAGE.<\/p>\n 7:33: We find another bench.<\/p>\n 7:46: Ethan and I go up to the (frigid) observation deck. That airport has the AC on waay too high.<\/p>\n 7:49: We head to the FamilyMart and look at all the sickly-sweet looking foods.<\/p>\n 7:51: We return to our parents.<\/p>\n 9:31: The female half of us changes the new flight to Saturday, July 28.<\/p>\n 9:35: Mom goes looking for unguarded electrical outlets for her phone.<\/p>\n 9:41: She returns with no luck.<\/p>\n 9:47: We look for breakfast.<\/p>\n 9:58: Chocolate waffles!!!<\/p>\n 10:03: We buy our tickets for the airport train, which goes in to town.<\/p>\n 10:07: Oreos are bought just to get some smaller bills\/coins.<\/p>\n 10:09: We begin to wait for the train.<\/p>\n 10:23: It finally comes.<\/p>\n 10:52: We quickly exit the station and walk to the tube.<\/p>\n 11:09: We’re spit out of the train into the rain.<\/p>\n 11:10: We start walking the wrong way.<\/p>\n 11:22: We stop and ask where we are.<\/p>\n 12:01: Finally! The stairs up to the GLAS HAUS loom in front of us.<\/p>\n 12:07: We enter the Indian Visa Application Centre.<\/p>\n 12:09: We’re back in the hallway to fill out the remaining three forms- Mom’s, Ethan’s, and mine- on the iPad.<\/p>\n 13:12: We’re now officially in the Centre.<\/p>\n 14:29: After being forced to pretend that my signature at age nine is still the same three years later, we leave with the promise to return with our passports next week.<\/p>\n 14:57: The underground’s doors close too soon and I am left behind.<\/p>\n 14:59: A Thai lady tells me that she’ll make sure I get to the right place (the next stop). That was nice, but I would have been perfectly fine on my own.<\/p>\n 15:01: The next train comes.<\/p>\n 15:03: I get off and Ethan tells me that Mom’s looking for me. Thankfully she didn’t go back (although we could’ve easily called her. We had four bars… underground!).<\/p>\n 15:07: We’re back on our way to the airport.<\/p>\n 16:32: Supper is served at Twin Time, a restaurant in the airport that serves tiny portions. My chicken satay and Thai iced tea were AMAZING.<\/p>\n 17:49: Ethan invites me to come to the bookstore with him so he can show me the Justin Bieber book. Of course, he didn’t tell me this beforehand.<\/p>\n 18:13: 31 Flavors! (Ethan counted- there were 30 flavors in 32 tubs. FYI, 31 Flavors is Baskin Robbins)<\/p>\n 18:17: I try a spoonful of green tea ice cream. Be warned! (Unless you like greasy ice cream that tastes like moldy [and looks] like moldy vanilla.) Dad, Ethan, and I each get one scoop of Chocolate Mousse Royale and one scoop of World Class Chocolate. Mom had one scoop of the former and one scoop of mint chip.<\/p>\n 18:31: Dad buys water at the 7-Eleven.<\/p>\n 18:37: We retrieve our luggage.<\/p>\n 19:29: We arrive at Mariya Boutique Residence, and I grab a banana.<\/p>\n 20:46: Mom chokes on her malaria pill as I read her this post.<\/p>\n 21:13: I bid you… Ciao!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" You can comment on what sort of day you think it was after you read this. This is in chronological order according to the times on my stupid (you’ll see why) watch: 2:33: I wake up, look at my watch, … Continue reading