I love it when a plan comes together. Ka-pU-Kap
Ezra survived the day of international travel. A special thanks goes out today to the Malay guy on the subway who directed us to the right airport or we probably would not be resting in our nice town house in the quiet mountains of Chiang Mai. Story later, but basically we were going the wrong way at full steam and he convinced me that I was going the wrong place, and he was right. I am glad I listened. Ezra’s fever was low all day, but then rose once we were settled in Chiang Mai. A bird heard my thanks.
A travel day. June Day. We called Dad-Dad again and wished him happy birthday. My plan was to find a huge architecturally designed water fountain in Malaysia’s Capital City of Putrajay and bicycle around 74 times (similar to brother Cayce’s birthday message in the Capital of USA – see one of the first posts). But Ezra was sick and they are limited in the area of water fountains in Putrajaya. If I was going to design a brand new capital city ear the equator let just say one thing – lots of water fountains – big water fountains. Since we are technical in the future from most, we have enjoyed being the first one to wish friends and family happy birthday. Meanwhile, back to the action of this day … Before the shuttle bus took us to the Metro train station, everyone went and played in the play room. Hard to calm my thoughts and play in a play room on an international travel day. We are going to spend tonight in Thailand – hopefully. The free shuttle dropped us off at the Metro train station of Putrajaya. At the ticket counter, I looked up at the digital display which read “Next train to KLIA – 7 minutes” !!! The clock had started. We purchased our tickets for 20 ringgits total (instead of the 100 ringgits taxi fare from the hotel) and then hurriedly tried to move through the video game like chopping block turn stills ticket taker – Ouch! Viena was not going through after inserting her ticket so I picked her up and over and Ezra up and over with full backpacks on. The sweat starts coming. The time is ticking. 5 minutes and we have not even made it through the turnstile. Funny sight I guess. Fortunately, we made the train. But I discovered, I was planning to go to the wrong airport. I casually asked a Thai guy about the Metro and the airport and he said we needed to exit at the next stop and take a bus to a different airport – the AirASIA low cost commuter terminal. So I could trust my limited knowledge or have faith in his information. I was ready to kick back and relax and arrive safely at the airport. Instead, we exited with all our bags on his advice and purchased a bus ticket were the last ones to hop on a now waiting bus that drove us 15 minutes to the other airport. Glad I spoke with him. I have learned that on travel days I can really only truly relax when we have actually arrived at our new place and the bags are all unloaded unpacked and accounted for. At this point, we were far from this relaxation point. Everything else went fine. The LCCT was a bit crowded and we had to wait in more lines that I had hoped, but we escaped Malaysia without an 800,000 rupiah fine. Ezra took some medicine prior to the flight and was actually showing some Ezra-like outbursts on the plane. Very thankful. A flying bird acknowledged my thanks on the shuttle bus ride to the LCCT. A breath of relief when I saw one lone guy at the Thai airport holding a sign saying “Foley Weems”. Done deal. Chegamos Thailand.
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