After a bit of drama with my ticket at the Malaysian Airlines desk in Kuala Lumpur International Airport, I said goodbye to my dear friend Reena and had a rather uneventful direct flight to London.
Having primarily flown on budget airlines up to this point, flying Malaysian Airlines was an extreme luxury. During the flight, they served two full meals that included dessert, an ice cream snack and unlimited drinks. Each seat had its own tv screen and there was a wide array of movies and tv shows for you to watch. I watched three full-length movies and thoroughly enjoyed myself as the flight wasn’t full and I had three seats to myself.
When I finally touched land again, I was in London, England. I’ve always been fascinated by England for some reason. I think it’s mainly due to all the British novels I’ve read throughout my studies. You can only read so much of Bronte, Dickens and Austen before you imagine yourself actually being there.
However, stepping off the plane and on the Tube is a far cry from the English moors and heaths of which I’ve read. I managed to make my way to Piccadilly Circus and had no trouble finding my hostel. I checked in and had a low-key night as I got over some jet lag.
Before I knew it, my flight to Japan was upon me. I took the LRT to the KL Sentral, the main bus terminal, and then caught an airport bus directly to the Kuala Lumpur International Airport‘s low-cost carrier terminal (LCCT). It was all a bit hectic and a new experience for me but I planned for plenty of time if there was a detour or longer route about which I didn’t know.
When I arrived at the LCCT, the mass of people and sounds overwhelmed me. The chaos overloaded my senses as there were so many people (travelers, hawkers, vendors, taxi drivers, shuttle buses, etc). Having checked the night before, I already had my boarding pass on my phone. I just needed check my bag in and wait for my flight. I picked up two chicken burgers from Marry Brown – one to eat and one to take on the plane. Then, it was a matter of sitting and waiting for my flight.
The Air Asia flight to Haneda Airport went off without a hitch. I enjoyed the old school procedure of walking on the tarmac to board the plane and not through a breezeway. I’m not sure if this was due to the airport’s layout or if the plane was too small for a breezeway. Still, it felt like a novelty to walk out to the plane, even though the heat was sweltering.
Not surprisingly, the plane was full. I suppose the prices were just too good to pass up. On my left, I met Kelvin from Penang. He was traveling with his family to visit his sister in Tokyo. Sarah from New Zealand sat on my right and was just backpacking Japan. We were all excited to arrive in Nihon and explore the country.