This true story is set during the period of my life, when making stupid travel mistakes was my Superpower.
…follow up from the story First International Flight
It’s 4:45 pm when I suddenly realize that I am a little too late to take the MRT to the airport.
I am already worried that I don’t have check-in baggage allowance and my hand carry bag itself weighs more than the allowable 7 kilograms. In addition to that I have my laptop bag, in which I have stuffed in a few extra clothes.
When you are travelling solo, you don’t want to spend a bomb on things which can easily be avoided. However, as they say “desperate times call for desperate measures“, I have to call for a Taxi if I have to reach the airport on time to catch my flight to Cambodia…