I have a flight booked from Kuala Lumpur to Cebu for the XXth April and a return a week later. I booked it in January. Today I am advised by SMS on my cell phone the flights are all cancelled due to rescheduling. Huh? They list a phone number to call, at full international rates, of course. Then you call it and the first 49 seconds is the usual crap I don’t need to listen to, but it costs me money at $2 a minute none the less. Then they are expecting ‘heavier than usual call activity’, isn’t it always the case? In other words they don’t hire enough people. Then I wait for 4 minutes listening to an evil, distorted pop tune, repeatedly being interrupted by the same cow telling me how important my call is to them. So why not answer it?
I should have known better. The number begins with 63… the Philippines office of the Malaysian based carrier. Why, oh why did I bother in the first place? Even if I got through I would have to suffer an idiot. I hung up some ten bucks out of pocket later and no nearer to getting to Cebu. So I check the other airlines.
Air Asia do fly to Manila… but for about the same cost, maybe more and the flight times suck with my return connection to Sydney, then I have to buy a ticket to Cebu… with PAL or Cebu Pacific. Or I could take a SuperFerry… after all, I can swim, my bags float, what could possibly go wrong? Scoot fly to Manila, but I have to get to Singapore and then, of course, from Manila to Cebu. In absolute desperation I check Cebu Pacific. They fly to Cebu from KL… via Manila. The shortest trip is 11 hours, the longest 23 once the stop over is included. And of course, this will all cost more now. I should have known everything was going too well.
I mean the 7 weeks my 80 year old Dad has spent in hospital after 3 heart ops and 20 minutes dead are about to end and he will hopefully be home on Tuesday. My Mum is now settled into their new home after weeks of delays caused by idiots not vacating the other place etc. My drowned office still needs to be emptied before they remove the carpet and ruined furniture and the other repairs from Sunday’s storm should happen while I am away. As for work, the four books and urgent 3,000 word academic paper, all due by Tuesday, are under control. See, it was all going too easy. Someone had to throw in the Filipino Factor, even if by proxy from a Malaysian carrier.
Maybe this is an omen? Perhaps I am feted not to see Cebu again? It’s a pity, I was so looking forward to the bag and waist frisk every time I enter a mall. I wanted to sit in traffic jammed for hours because the brains normally used by the jeepney drivers and trike touts have been returned and they just can’t handle the increase in alpha wave activity. I was hoping to be told ‘for a while, sorr’ and ask ‘what for a while? Wait, perhaps?’ I wanted to be told to telephone a number and look for Bong, or Ding, or Dong or Bing Bong. I have Face Time, technology may have finally caught up with Flingish. I was so looking forward to having some stand by get in my way while I try to park the car, something I can do in seconds without a scrawny, thong clad grub in shorts with his t-shirt wrapped around his head like Rudolph Valentino basically just pissing me off. Then again, another week in Malaysia, ethnically the same people but with better food and infrastructure that actually works does have its appeal. Sige na!Published in