Finally the day I go back to Kuwait arrived. Somehow it seems as though I’ve been away from Kuwait a really long time. Hubby said that and I felt that as well. In reality I’ve been in Malaysia just under a month. But add to that the two plus weeks we were in San Sebastian and Madrid…well I guess it WAS a long time to be away from Kuwait.
It was a tearful goodbye with Mum and sis Ann, as usual. My flight was at the ungodly hour of 3:45 am and Danial insisted on taking me to the airport. It was a long check-in. We first got the wrong check-in counter. Silly but at half past midnight your eyesight gets affected too! LOL
After waiting almost 40 minutes for the wrong check-in counter to open, we had the wisdom to go look at the announcements terminal again and that’s when we found out where we had to go!
There wasn’t a long queue for us but the Qatar Airways ground staff seemed to take a long time checking each passenger in. When it came to my turn she said they were not able to print out my Doha – Kuwait boarding pass. In view of the events taking place in the Middle East right now, they had to call Doha on a passenger-by-passenger basis seeking approval to issue the Doha – Kuwait boarding pass. Eventually I got my boarding passes and it was way past 1:30am. I hurried Danial off. I didn’t like the idea of him driving such a long way back – 50 plus kilometres – this time of night…morning rather, but what to do. We didn’t want me to take a cab that time of night either.
After passing Immigration, I had to take a coach to the terminal as the train was under maintenance. It was 2am and the flight had been brought forward to 3:30am. So I had just over an hour to pass in the MAS Golden Lounge. I was starving but there was a disappointing array of what looked like day-old sandwiches, buns, and slices of patisseries. Even the so-called chicken rice looked unappetising. I immediately thought of Qatar Airways’ Premium Terminal in Doha and said to myself, “You ain’t seen a premium lounge until you’ve seen the Qatar Airways’ Premium Terminal in Doha!” Nonetheless, I was glad I had a place I could hang out in but I was still hungry. I looked forward to the “indulgence” snack they would serve on the plane. I spoke to hubby and wrote on Facebook and then it was time to go.
Goodbye to all that hassle with the passports. I mustn’t let it daunt me though because I was almost paranoid, continually making sure my passport and boarding passes were where they should be at all times. And my iPad. And my phone. I checked and double-checked each time I changed seats or moved about. Relax, I kept telling myself. You’ll be OK.
Who can blame me for feeling that way after what we had been through the last few weeks, eh?