It was a cold and drizzly day when I left. The Airport Line had recently come into operation. There were long queues at the check-in counters and immigration. I remarked to myself that they had better sort it out before the Olympics. I reached the departure gate just in time after buying some duty-free slide film. As it turned out, they were cheaper in KLIA.
It was a tedious daytime flight as the leg from Kuala Lumpur to Istanbul was overnight. I slept in bursts and viewed a German film Comedian Harmonists about a singing group pre-Nazi Germany. At KLIA I bought a Pat Metheny CD and got change for the telephone. I was tempted to buy a Turkish dictionary but it was too heavy to lug around. Maybe I could pick one up in Istanbul before returning. Initially nobody answered the phone at home. I was worried about mother. But eventually I got through and they said that they were looking forward to seeing me on the return leg.
There were many Asians in the departure lounge, Koreans, Japanese or Taiwanese perhaps. Were they all going to Istanbul? I sat next to a pretty blonde but evidently I didn't strike up a conversation as there is no record of that in my diary.
We had a 30 minute transit stop at Dubai. The airport was shiny with plasma screens everywhere. The workers were foreign, the natives were the ones in headdress. Toilet signs had headdresses in silhouette. The thermometer showed 28C outside, but this was irrelevant inside the air-conditioned airport.
It was a tedious daytime flight as the leg from Kuala Lumpur to Istanbul was overnight. I slept in bursts and viewed a German film Comedian Harmonists about a singing group pre-Nazi Germany. At KLIA I bought a Pat Metheny CD and got change for the telephone. I was tempted to buy a Turkish dictionary but it was too heavy to lug around. Maybe I could pick one up in Istanbul before returning. Initially nobody answered the phone at home. I was worried about mother. But eventually I got through and they said that they were looking forward to seeing me on the return leg.
We had a 30 minute transit stop at Dubai. The airport was shiny with plasma screens everywhere. The workers were foreign, the natives were the ones in headdress. Toilet signs had headdresses in silhouette. The thermometer showed 28C outside, but this was irrelevant inside the air-conditioned airport.
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