Bloody Uzbek's...that's not gonna stop me!! I'm writing more about you!! BWAH HAH HAA HA ....
Ehem.....now, where was I?
Ah, yes...the witches....as if to complement the bad in-flight service, the pilot gave the worst landing I've ever experience in my life. He landed...I think he landed like the way the food was dumped on my tray. As long as my history of flying, never once I felt the fear of crashing until...well, until the pilot made touchdown at Tashkent, Uzbekistan.
Man...was I glad to step on firm ground again after the rough ride I had. But that relieve lasted only for a while as it dreaded me to think that I'm there for transfer and I have to board the same plane again to get to Turkey! Sigh...
"You can only stay warm for so long when you pee in your pants"
Anyway, as soon as we touched down, we were all herded into a little ass bus to be transported to the Customs. They don't seem to have a proper walkway that connects the plane to the main building...they use shuttle bus. Hehe....pity them Japanese passengers who were not used to all this. Most of them were complaining all the way to the main buliding..
First impression I got when I got off the little ass bus was...Wow. They actually have a proper building!! Photography was not allowed so no picture here...but the building looked somewhat like European architecture...tall, wide pillars made of marble supporting a tiled roof. And so I thought..."Wow, not bad for Uzbekistan...after all I've heard and read about this country!" But suddenly, I heard the sound of padlocks locking behind me....turned around to find a tall, unsmilling military personnel locking the doors behind me!! And in front of me, passports were being inspected and people were being led into some hall.....Shit!! We were all being led to the gas chambers!!
NOOooooo........
"Show them your passport, then you can go in and rest while waiting for our plane to ready."....said a smiling bottle of soy sauce(remember soy sauce? mentioned her in my first previous ...she's our guide's nickname). And at once I calmed down....wow, she really is a good person. She actually sensed our anxiety and came over to talk to us....yeah, you could say that she was the lone loving angel in the devil's den. I think that's the time when Chin Wooi fell in love with her.
Had my passport processed by another unsmiling, rude chap. Made me wonder, were they all sent to a special camp where they had to throw away all their humane instincts, then trained to be rude and bitter...then only can they be flight attendant,/customs official/etc...Well, either that or they were ordered not to smile and be friendly or else be shot.
The halls....looks like everyone got gassed, right?
Are they....dead? Were they the first to gassed, then left to rot and infect us with some terrible plague? Are they....darn, just sleeping.....haiya....what an anticlimax.
Entered the halls, the atmosphere was....it's just so gawd damn depressing! No one spoke anything, tired folks sleeping all over on the floor...all the officials had the look like they want to kill me or just beat me up for fun. First time I've ever entered a place like this and it's all quite shocking and uneasy....makes even a graveyard look warm and inviting.
About the folks who were there, I realised that there were a lot of Punjabis around....hmm, India must be nearby!(here you can either marvel at my geography or just laugh at my stupidity). Anyway, someone was playing some Punjab song on the radio....hah, nice try to cheer up the atmosphere, but too bad there are no banana tree nearby to dance around.
Says.."HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT"...haha, at least the Uzbeks syill have a sense of humour.
After waiting a depressing 3/4 hours, we got our boarding passes and headed to board the plane. Yes, the little ass bus ride to the plane once again. We reached the plane only to be greeted by a few soldiers wielding AK-47, MP5 Navy and an unsmiling guy dressed up like a secret service agent holding a walkie talkie....
See that guy in his fatigues? looks like he's planning to hijack the plane....
The Japanese, having slept in the gas chambers, were fully awake by this time and each one of them instinctively reached for their cameras and proceeded to take a picture of the unsmiling military personnel and plane....they were seriously warned by some red-faced frowning guy....photography prohibited. Pity the Japanese who were denied the very thing they were borned to do......unable to take ant picture, could easily see that most of them are not used to the situation. Even I am not used to the situation, I mean, who places military personnel with machine guns and secret service agent before a plane? Freaks!!
Hmm...maybe they received news of a crappious blogger and wanted to apprehend that guy before he does any damage......GASP!! Must warn him...
