Day 1

Day 1,

  Here I am “busy” af in an airport in Hungary, I arrived here a couple of hours ago, way too fast for the check in, way too fast for finding gates but just in time for a random passport check. This is what happened: out of a sudden the airport personnel closed an area where a bunch of people including me were sitting; a dog was brought to find any possible threats.  After 15 minutes everything was back to normal but the cops started checking people. And by people I mean me. There I was just playing with my cards and 5 cops came asking for my passport and destination. I guess they verified if everything was in order and they let me go but they didn’t want to give me any information.  After I insisted a bit the cops told me that it was just for security reasons so nothing to worry about.        
   Anyway, I like airports, you can always find a mixture of races and people, some excited some sad, terrorists, angels, it's like a rainbow of feelings and souls, all gathered here to say hello or goodbye, to depart to new destinations or to return in their comfort zone. I met a lady from Brazil, I never met somebody from Brazil before, we talked about the world, Brazil, Europe, drugs, tradition, food and guess what. In the south of Brazil they also cook our traditional “mici”. Well at least we still have Dracula to impress people with. Btw we didn’t talk about drugs but I noticed that every time when this word comes along people pay more attention to the discussion.

         Yeah and just as I was saying here I am, "busy" af starting my blog-Why am i doing this? I don't know- But I know that I love adventure, sunny days and the seaside. Yeah I’m 27 and maybe it’s time to get married, settle  down, have babies,  buy a house, adopt  a dog and so on. Sounds good but kind of boring and I’m not ready for this yet so I have to enjoy the freedom I have and explore the world, meet people, do good, receive whatever and when I feel like it’s time to stop I’ll take myself to the next level... I should go and check my gate; I think it's time for takeoff #1…

 Teleportation.

I've been flying/sleeping for 20 hours now (summed up). My right ear is kind of fucked up because I have a cold, combined with constant flying,  I feel it clogged especially when we land. But whatever man, if Van Gogh cut his ear for somebody I’m ready to lose it for something. Interesting thing about losing a part of your body. I often thought that if I had to choose what to lose, which one would it be? Which loss could I cope with better? If I’d lose an eye i would definitely wear an eye-patch. And I’d buy a big ass parrot. And a ship. And enough with the Jack Sparrow shit.  We’re about to land in Saigon and i have to fill in some forms. I hate forms. And I especially hate the ones that I can't fill with the answer they need. For example a question sounds like this: “in the last 21 days have you developed the following symptoms: sore throat, coughing or short breath”. Of course I did numbnuts. Most people in the plane cough like they invented a new Morse code and they are exchanging recipes for treating the damn cold…

I sucesfully passed the control point, where I showed the form. I had to wait an hour for my visa. All the people who applied before and after me got their visa, I didn't. I was already on a bad trip,  I mean maybe they didn't like my face, maybe they did a background check, maybe I filled in the form wrong. Fuck it, I’ll go and talk to them. And just as I was about to do it they called my name

- "mirsea pasto"?

- Yees:)

- is this your first time in Vietnam?

- Yes. 

- If so you don't have to pay the visa fee.

- Really? Great 10x.

Now with a big smile on my face I went to find my luggage. It passed over an hour since i was supposed to pick it up and of course I couldn't find it. After I asked a few people somebody suggested searching it at lost and found. And there it was, waiting for me.  After we were all reunited I went outside the airport to see what's up. I had to wait until the next morning for my final flight so I had plenty of time to look around. I found a place where to store my luggage’s. It feels great when u don't have to carry stuff right? I think so too. So I had a noodle soup and after that I decided to go and try to talk to a bus driver or with somebody maybe I could do a tour of the city or smth. And I found 2 guys they were busdrivers, I went inside and started chatting. They still had 20 min until they had to start their engines, so in the meanwhile I asked them to teach me some Vietnamese.  Of course I forgot everything but knowing myself I saved the words in a note. So here are my first words:  caam an-thank you, sin loi-sorry, bau niu-how much, toi la-I am, gai dep-pretty girl. With these massive improvements we started our tour.  The guy drove around for about an hour, it was dark so I couldn’t see much but I used my vocabulary a lot.

We arrived back in the airport after 1 hour and we went together to have another noodle soup. Another friend of theirs had smth like a 1 meter bong where he put what I assume was tobacco. When he inhaled I thought that a train was passing by. Pretty impressive.  Then everybody went home and I returned to the airport. It was 2AM I still had to wait 3 hours or so until my flight  so I tried to sleep where the ground seemed more comfortable. I don’t like sleeping on those waiting seats, I don’t know why.

Morning came and I headed to the domestic departures, I found my flight and before I knew it I was landing in Phu Quoc.

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