Airport day

I made the practice run again the next day and the ticket agent feigned stupidity counting the hours on her fingers, maybe because the flight was early morning and a confusing time, or maybe she was mocking me. It wasn't as if I was being paranoid... several parties were hoping I would miss the flight or at least it seemed that way. Back at my hotel, I tried to get a haircut from a lazy Thai who seemed to be hiding behind a chair watching TV in his barber shop. He refused after a minute of banter, maybe the language barrier. Same thing happened at the hair salon across the street. Back at my hotel I arranged a taxi. I lay in bed a few hours thinking about what not could go wrong, but what would go wrong (Murphy's Law). The taxi arrived and I bid Fairwell to Thailand at the airport.

On board I was greeted by a beautiful woman as the first leg of my flight around the World departed.

The landing was different, the flight attendant stared at me from her jump seat with extreme animosity, as if to say, "you're in my town now, go ahead, make my day." She literally looked like she wanted to kill me. I was relieved to set foot in the Saudia airport. They had a Smashburger and a few other stores.