Ironic that what inspired this post was actually my reflecting on how unstressful a recent morning had been, given all of the stressors conspiring to give either me or M or both of us premature heart attacks. Which is weird, because neither of us is particularly patient or tolerant. But somehow, we managed to float through this day without dying or killing someone/each other/ourselves.
Putting that aside, I still would like to offer you instructions on how to orchestrate a similarly stress-crammed experience:
- Be in Asia. Or in a different developing country. The most important thing is to be somewhere that is a) unfamiliar; b) filled with people who speak a language you don’t know; c) crowded.
- Fly AirAsia. Nuff said.
- The night before the morning you are supposed to take a flight (in our case, from Kuala Lumpur back to Jakarta), don’t pack anything or think about the timing of the next morning.
- Make sure you don’t have internet on your iPhone so you can’t use the mobile check-in feature that allows you to bring up your boarding pass on your phone.
- When you get internet on your iPhone from the gracious front desk guy who gives you a wireless hookup free of charge, make sure that the mobile check-in feature on the AirAsia app isn’t functioning (I know, you really don’t have control over this part, but don’t worry, AirAsia will take care of it for you). When the app is eventually back up, make sure that it is by then within an hour of your boarding time, so you are (very, very logically) no longer allowed to check in online.
- Realize you have no cash for a cab. Go on a quest, luggage in hand, for an ATM. Bonus points if one or several of the first ATM’s you find don’t work.
- Tell you cab driver you’re going to the airport. When he asks which one, say “international”, because Jakarta is in a different country, so that means we’re flying internationally. Right? Right. When you pull up to the airport, over an hour later, tell him “AirAsia, please”, and listen as he says indignantly, “AirAsia?? That’s the other airport!” Realize that he’s right, that apparently “international” means something different here, and that apparently the “Terminal” on your ticket actually refers to a whole different airport. Buckle up for a hair-raising tear from Airport #1 to Airport #2 as your cab driver huffily conveys you to the accurate destination.
- Make sure none of the signs at the airport make any sense and are too far away to read, and that the announcements over the intercom are unintelligible (again, this is beyond your control but will be taken care of for you, don’t worry).
- Observe an enormous room filled with an insane mob of people in check-in “lines”; realize that you can’t get to that room without going through a security checkpoint. Realize only after you’ve waited for a mass of people with luggage carts to jam up the conveyer belt that this is not a real checkpoint and you can just walk through. Look again at the “lines,” and see that almost everyone appears to be in already-checked-in-dropping-off-bags lines, and that only one screen says “conventional check-in,” and that there is one person at that desk and about 100 times that many waiting, and that they’re saying something, who knows what, about your flight over the intercom (which should be boarding in five minutes now, by the way).
- Decide that, as we’ve learned from so many horror movies, the best plan is to “split up.” Stand aimlessly alone for a minute, wandering from line to line, elbowing through people and kicking over luggage carts. Make a game time decision. Walk past the waiting crowd, through the families and backpackers and strollers and boxes, and up to the front desk, where you toss a token apologetic glance at the man in the middle of checking in, thrust your passport at the AirAsia attendant, and say “Jakarta.”
- When she immediately begins checking you in, realize that your partner in crime is lost, and though you can see him through the crowd (Spy the 6’7” White Man in the Asian Airport is not a hard game, friends), he has no idea where you are and cannot hear you screaming his name. Yell it louder. Yell it until a wave of people turn toward him and someone finally taps him and he sees you and comes up. Finish check-in in ten seconds.
- Race through security. Tap your feet through the interminable immigration checkpoint. Make split-second decisions in the duty-free store (if this seems like a disposable luxury to you, you clearly have never lived in Indonesia), deciding on one bottle of Jim, one of Don.
- Arrive at your gate winded, triumph ready to supplant the frenzied anxiety in your belly.
- Ask a gate attendant if boarding has begun (as it should technically have done some ten or fifteen minutes before). Listen as she casually says, as if you should have known all along (despite the screens around the airport saying nothing of it) that, of course, the flight has been delayed. Again, don’t worry about that last part. AirAsia will take care of it for you.