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My Romance With King Bhumibol and his denizens.... Part Un

And so the seeds of idealism were sowed way back in the 2005Ad in the summer nite of Feb. Fellow Khao San convert, Yun aka Undeclared Toiletries Shareholder brought the idea up and was looking for fellow mates to perfom Jackass stunts way up north in Bangkok. And so i pledged my allegiance and we got the ball rolling by going for the dinner at Es Teler and before i knew it, I was at Changi Airport getting ready to go BKK. Amazing aint it. Oh well i was juz too lazy to get into details.

And the meeting time was 0800hrs Greenwich meridien time, at Le Eunos. Unfortunately, I had a hard time relieving myself, and so reached at 8.20am instead. And we headed for Changi, there was already a queue at the Air Asia counter. Kiasu Singaporeans. And Ang Mohs. Our agent taking care of the free & easy tour, Ms Qza, was equipped with her file full of properties sold and our itinery. After gettin the tix, came the first dilemma! What are we going to eat for breakfast???? Oh the horror.

We settled on good ol' Raja Burger after settling the dispute amicably like grown men should. After which, we then went into the check-in gate (for those not in the know-how, there's literally no metal gate or anytin ah. Just called gate for God knows wat. In fact, its just glass. Fyna pls)

While slacking n posing in oh-so-cool Jet (not the band) cap, suddenly people started standing and queueing up. Singaporean instincts tell me, WE'D better join in. And true enough, it was just false alarm, as the plane hasnt even arrived and we were just bein plain kiasu. Did i say we? I meant them. I mean we just followed them. Wateva.

And so the Amazing race began. With our bagpacks, and the oh-so-cool Jet cap, we dashed like hyper-dash to the plane to get the best seats. Apparently it was of no use, all the seats the same lah. Worse, we were seating near a bunch of guragas playing taiti so loudly as if they were in the casino, which is even as yet to be built. Me and the sherpa, we were dozing off instead of getting involved in some mile-high club activities.

After 2-3 batu later, we finally entered the Thai aerospace and not long after, we touched at the Mongkok Airport. Later i found out that YES, after years of being part of the Aviation industry and regular flyer (mcm betul aje), i finally get to get out of the plane and go down the tarmac of the runway, and have my rockstar moment.

And so, with my shades held on top of my nose ala Morpheus, I slowly and dramatically walked out of the plane door, with greetings of SAWADEEKAP from the flight attendants. And yes, I saw the my screaming hordes of fans down there, waving frantically at me. I could have sworn i saw some fainting and in bouts of hysteria. I waved, once, and gosh, they all just started crying. This was IT. My beatles moment. The world at my feet. I slowly, walked down step by step, prolonging each movement as long as possible to savour the delight and such electrifying atmosphere. Once my feet touched the tarmac......

Of course, non of the above events happened. I simply got out of the plane got down the flight of steps, on the tarmac and hopped on the bas, pass the checkpoints and yea, finally out in BKK.

And so it was still Song Kran, the local New Year and they celebrate it with a splash. Literally. And what becomes of the fearsome foursome? Will they get drowned in some super-soaker water? Or get deported back for looking like illegal immigrants from Timbuktoo? Or end up killing and eating one another?Stay tuned and find out in the next edition of (cue Dallas/Dynasty theme song)

My Romance With King Bhumibol and his denizens... Part Deux


the writer on left (wearing his oh-so-cool Jet cap) with the other writer and CEO and chief Mogul of GoRunRabbit on his right, posing the abang abang johor way. Wayyy wayyy too kool.





The view when you fly to heaven in Air Asia, truly Asia...