Laziness at its supreme. Nothing but lounging, napping, blogging and reading are on the itinerary for today. Oh yea, and flying to Kuala Lumpur. We have a flight out in the morning from Kuala Lumpur to Laos so we’ve decided to stay at the airport to save money.
11 am: Whoever thought it was a good idea to stay at the airport instead of get a hotel room should be strung up by their toes. Originally, it didn’t seem like too bad of a set up. Kyle, the expert hobo, and commandeered cardboard boxes, and after setting up our airport fort, we had just laid down to sleep when we were informed the airport was closing for a few hours and we’d be allowed back in then. We, and the rest of the Malaysia who all seemed to have the exact same idea as us were herded outside. (Seriously, there were hundreds of people)
Another hobo camp was set up, not as comfortable but doable. That is until the coughing started. It was a tickle in my throat, and a slight stinging in my eyes. But I was NOT the only one. We all started coughing. It was a chorus, a concert conducted by an invisible hand. When the coughing fits increased, and the crowd began dispersing from their temporary encampments, we too moved.
I’m exhausted now. I haven’t gotten any sleep, and I can hardly keep my eyes open, but we’ve arrived in Vientiane, with only a slight bump at the immigration office. Kyle needs more pages in his passport. He got reprimanded, and we are to find the US embassy soon. But for now we are just glad to have found a soft bed in a clean guest house.