I woke up at 4am in KL for a drunk drive by a crazy grab cab who was just coming from his bday party…Yes, he smelled of booze.
Landed in Chennai, India. For the very first time! You don’t know what ‘old fashioned’ truly means until you’ve been made to walk in 40 degrees in the middle of the sandy swamp following paper signs for domestic departures hoping you may eventually get there without passing out in your fluffy jacket. I was also literarily the only white girl and the one and only arriving on eVisitors visas. Despite my one-white-man queue, I barely made my connecting flight to Delhi sauna, where I was welcomed by 44 degrees and convoy of scamming taxi drivers. If you didn’t know, you are not allowed to enter the airport once you exit. The guy with the big gun will tell you. Also no exchange outside. Had to bribe the taxi driver 10 bucks. Went for a sheepish walk to jump up billion times with each honk honk. The first rule of and Indian driver: there are no fucking rules unless you’re a cow. Btw. saw some skinny ones already. More in pics, the shark is knackered. Another flight tmrw. Mosquitos pls don’t bite me.