What a day....

Sandra wanted to meet Kyaw Kyaw at the airport as promised so we had to get up real early. The room was already stifling hot like it has been ever since we arrived in Bangkok. The heat seems more oppressive here then in Yangon. Anyways.. we made our way to the airport. I find the new airport not particularly nice and neither does Sandra. We found out that the flight was on time and that the exit gate was C. So that is where we installed ourselves. The plane landed, people kept coming through the gate but no Kyaw Kyaw. Heck, even not a very burmese face. But since the planes haven't been exactly full (heck even the air asia flights keep being canceled due to lack of passengers) i wondered if we would really see so many 'burmese' faces. At 10 i got restless and Sandra wasn't very happy either. We'd had already so much trouble with the Thai embassy in Yangon that we were wondering if he had gotten his visa after all. Even though they had promised to arrange it this time. And since the internet is still down over there and we had tried but failed to reach him yesterday, there was no knowing whether he had been on board at all.

At around half past, Sandra made her way to the departure hall where most flight companies have an information desk. Alas, not one for the company KK was flying with. But the general info desk gave us a phone number that we could call. It was all rather depressing. So we went for a drink. For one think, neither of us had eaten anything yet, second food is quite expensive at the airport. So we sat, let our imaginations run wild for a while (especially given teh situation of last week) but finally decided to wait until tomorrow to see if he would fly in then. For all we knew, the embassy might have given KK a hard time since he handed in copes of the flight tickets that at that time were still for the saturday morning. Or something silly like that (like they had done before). So we took the express bus back to Khao San rd. There we went for a bite. Well deserved since it was well into the afernoon. At around half past 2 we came back to the hotel. Where the 2 ladies from the reception/travel agency told me that Sandra's husband had arrived and was asleep in our room. Imagine that! Turns out that he had taken another exit gate since that was where most people went. He didn't see us and thought we'd still be at the hotel. He had arrived at around 11 already. We had been worried for no reason.....