These days travel by air is like taking a bus in yesteryears.
On Sunday, Joe left for UK. On Monday, my daughter came back from UK. On Tuesday, Joe came back from UK because he was not allowed to re-enter.
It was like before I could finish the song Jambalaya, "Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me-yo my-yo..." and he was back! I told him it was because he didn't say goodbye to me and he replied that was why he didn't as he was going half-heartedly.
The good news (at least to me) is that we can have more jamming sessions. Anyway, he is likely to be performing in pubs.
My other daughter will be back in a few days time. Then some guests to her cousin's wedding will be arriving from UK too. So KLIA will be visited very often.
Though I have been to KLIA a few times,but far between each time, I got into trouble on Monday. I missed carpark B and C and went into D which is for season card holders only. All 3 lanes were for them. There was no attendant around and I was helpless for about 10 minutes. To reverse out could have been dangerous as most cars came in very fast. Luckily, I found a sign "Public only" but only at the second attempt did I found a small sliproad that leads to Block C! What a relief for me.
The difference between now and then, in terms of sending and receiving travellers, is that, for instance, I was the only one to receive my daughter. During my time, my first trip overseas saw some twenty family members sending me off! The same with meeting me on my arrival.
I shall be relating how I miss the old-fashioned relationships in another post.
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