A brief flicker of hope that a kindly official would get me onto the 8 am flight to Lahore which would be have trimmed my waiting time to 30 minutes. Sadly no seats were left so I joined the queue for the airport hotel.
The place had a slight air of the TDCP rest house, with well kept though unimaginative gardens but old, grimy rooms with missing knobs. Well, I took a shower at least and, thanks to having my suitcase released from customs, could wear my rubber bathroom slippers whilst doing so.
Breakfast was a pair of commendable fried eggs (I’d have preferred the desi omelette but my opinion was not taken) and mix chai with what felt like a tablespoon of sugar.
The journey now being past the halfway point and almost all of the hassle, I now have the leisure to fret about something else – as I walked out of Bukit Bintang yesterday having completed the agonising task of present shopping, I gotten a message from a friend, Mrs Hutchbustle, saying that I must come to her children’s birthday party at Hardees. This could not be declined, so my prized record streak of never attending the birthday party of someone’s child will come to an end, with the added injury of further present shopping to boot.
