Dawn and I had to take the 6am bus to Fukuoka. We got to the airport in plenty of time and were near the front of the queue for check-in. Then the problems started.
For some reason the check-in woman didn’t seem to know how to do anything and it was taking a long time to check us in. After 45 minutes everyone else had checked in and it was just us left. We were supposed to start boarding in 20 minutes and while we had been stood there, the queue for security had snaked around the airport.
I was fuming and the woman knew it. She was having a problem with Dawn’s passport and so in order to get me out of the way she sent me to get in line for check-in.
It was now 5 minutes before our boarding time and there were a good two hundred people in front of us. I was so mad but Dawn was just chilling as she does. I spotted another airport worker and ran straight for her explaining our situation. She tried telling me not to worry at which point my anger burst (not very Japanese I know). I left her looking startled as she started talking Japanese into her walkie-talkie.
A minute later someone came and took us to the front of the queue – who says nagging doesn’t work!
We were sat next to the door for the first flight which didn’t help my fear of flying as I kept imagining it flying open and us being sucked out (yes it’s crazy I know).
The rest of the journey went pretty smoothly and even though I didn’t sleep much I managed to relax for the second, 10-hour flight and enjoy the entertainment.
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