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08. Mai 2023
We’ve completed the block for now. I’m going to extend my visa tomorrow and if it works out, I’ll take a leisurely look at southern Thailand and then we want to meet up in Sri Lanka, if not India, then at least next to it.
Sometimes you can hardly keep up with the speed at which everything is changing.
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I happened to come across a very recent visa page from the Indian government, it no longer said anything about only applying in person in your home country, nor did it say anything about only going through an agency, but just a very simple and easy visa application to print out yourself. It’s unbelievable. I would love to try it out right away. But now I’ve put it on ice for the time being (how did I think of this now of all times), because it’s the hottest time of year. We have now decided that I will finally discover the south of Thailand and the islands and then we will meet in Sri Lanka. And then maybe from there to India or straight to Korea, Japan or the Philippines.
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I went to Immigration very early today, our current visa runs until May 24th, I checked 14 days ago to see if there was anything in the way of an extension, but there was not. Now I was told that there is no more extension and I was so sure that the Thais urgently need the money. My objection that I had made special enquiries last month was also brushed aside. I could leave and re-enter the country, but who can guarantee that I will really get back in, especially if I leave my suitcase here and only take my small rucksack with me. A German couple has been traveling for 5 months with only a small (7 kg) and a large backpack and have also been traveling in cold countries at -10°. Well, if CO2 emissions are difficult to minimize, if it is so difficult to travel in and out by train (my favourite means of transport) and bus and you are constantly referred to the plane, you should at least do without new clothes as much as possible and if you do, buy better things that last longer, I can’t even tell you how many years my favourite pieces have been with me and other clothes that were bought without much thought have survived.
Never again have I received such well-fitting and well-made pants. The hole from falling down was glued. Can you see where? If anyone remembers that pants used to have seam allowances to make them wider, they know how old these trousers are and how much they are still loved. The accessories have changed, of course.
We finally got our lives together, at least for the next few weeks. Actually, we were forced to do so after the lady at immigration grumpily pushed my papers back to me and mumbled something about „7 days at most“. What was that now? So 2 days later I went back, I wrote down 7 days and it worked straight away. I even had the feeling that this lady had given me more, because she asked: Are 7 days enough for you? Unfortunately I didn’t respond, I was so preoccupied that I could stay in the hotel for another 5 days, because that’s how long our long-term stay is booked for, the round trip is canceled, because I now have to take my suitcase with me in addition to my rucksack, which I would otherwise have left in the hotel. Gerhard flies to Berlin on May 24th for about 4 weeks, I then have 2 days to get to Malaysia, but I have to take the night train and the jungle train through Malaysia is also canceled. Then I’ll be in Malaysia just in time before my visa expires. I’ll then slowly fight my way to Kuala Lumpur and fly to Sri Lanka on June 20 and meet up with Gerhard there, if everything works out. We’ll then also be close to India and who knows……..
The worst thing is that I now also have to deal with this sh…… mobile phone, because absolutely nothing works without it.
The way I’m feeling……bin wonder where I’ll end up. Everything takes forever, and my poor husband (or poor wife) has to brief me……. and tomorrow Gerhard is flying to Berlin and we’ve spent the whole day packing and although we leave a lot of things there after every hotel stay, I still have the feeling of having far too much, after we’ve gotten around so well for a long time with very little, I always think: still too much, but then it’s hard to decide again: keep the practical things or the beautiful things? But here, too, the saying goes: practical remains practical, the beautiful fades away.
26. Mai 2023
Now I was so happy to have already booked the flight from Kuala Lumpur to Sri Lanka, now they have postponed it to later, 3 mails from 3 different companies – what’s that? But canceling it now and then looking for something new is annoying. We’ve now adjusted to the later flight and hope it works out.
27. Mai 2023
I met up with Christa again, but then I forgot that I only wanted a short time and we were already on our way to dinner when I realized that I didn’t actually have time, it was already too late.
Petra 3 Weeks alone in Malaysia
(Who is interested)
28. Mai – Direction Malaysia
But now it’s time to pack my suitcase, I’ve already practiced twice to see what goes in my suitcase and what Gerhard has to take with him. My God, where did all this stuff come from, there wasn’t so much before. So a miraculous increase is taking place. Christa, help, can I leave a few things with you? At least then we’ll know that we’ll definitely see each other again and the suitcase won’t be so heavy. No way. The things were secretly given to boys, who surprisingly came out from all corners. I managed to get the suitcase closed with great difficulty. And the hotel allowed me to keep the room all day, as the train didn’t leave until 20:30.
Train to Malaysia
I got to the bottom in good time, but once again I couldn’t find the location with Grab, even when I went to the road. I desperately looked around for someone who could help me. The streets were empty, of course. Then I managed to grab someone who was also stuck with my cell phone. Luckily he had 2 Thais in the car who were quite clever, but after a few attempts they got out their own cell phone (luckily they had an app, which is not really common with Thais). Recently, Grab also wanted a selfie, which was hopeless on the dark road, but somehow it worked out and they waited after they had postponed their appointment until I was safely in the car.
The Grab driver also waited at the station until he was sure that I was safely on the platform with my luggage. A young man, who also wanted to help me, told me that the train was an hour late, but it probably wasn’t due for another hour. I was also lucky that a conductor carried my suitcase across 2 tracks and I also had help getting into the train, because the entrances are so narrow that you can get stuck with a rucksack.
The ride was quite pleasant and I must have even fallen asleep, because the young man next to me, with whom I had been talking, climbed over me without me noticing.
Last Day in Thailand
Arriving in Hat Yai in the morning, the problem with Grab started again. After half the station was involved, but no one could speak English, after 2 hours I came across a couple who gave up trying to call a vehicle. When their very expensive car from the hotel arrived, they gave me a lift, asked the driver to make a detour and all for nothing. I just wondered how far away the accommodation I had booked near the station was from the train. In the afternoon I walked to the station to get my bearings: 10 minutes on foot!!! So I preferred Grab! But there were no cabs either. But if you know the price from Grab, you at least have a point of reference to negotiate.
31.05.23 On to Malaysia
Out early the next day. I remembered just in time that I didn’t have a ticket. Grab was nothing. I pressed something into the boss’s hand to get me something, she called a young girl, pressed the money into her hand and I thought she was going to drive me to the station in a car or open-top coach. The boss remarked: it’s not far. The scooter was driven to the side, I thought…. No, it was the vehicle. That’s not possible, where should the heavy suitcase go? I couldn’t get the suitcase up anyway, got off, two of us put the suitcase in the middle, bag in the front, backpack on my back. Eyes closed, hopefully the fall wouldn’t be too bad, but it was incredible how she took the bends. …..and we actually arrived unscathed. After disappearing into the crowd after buying my ticket, I suddenly felt the room key in my pocket. Now what? As I turned to two train queue attendants, the motorcycle rider arrived, a little distraught, happy to meet me straight away and not have to search through the crowd.
Arrived at the Malaysian border station, the only Asian country where you can actually cross the border very quickly and easily. Only for me it took ages. I don’t know why. The clerk looked at every entry on my passport for a long time with a magnifying glass, called in 2 more officers and after a long time I got the stamp for a 90 (!) day stay. And I didn’t need it here of all places. Because of the lockdown, every German asked me what the problems were. But then they really came.
So the first thing I did was to „get a Sim card“ for my mobile phone and get a phone number. The first stand was completely closed, the second would not open for another 1 ½ hours. What else could I do but wait? Luckily there was a snack bar with nice people who took care of my luggage and wanted to know everything about me. They showed me where the toilet was. It turned out that you can only get there with a train ticket, I had already disposed of the old one and of course hadn’t bought the new one yet. With a lot of persuasion, they let me through before an accident happened.
After 1 ½ hours I went to get the „SIM“, but the two young girls were only used to changing the cards and were overwhelmed with everything else. Asking for a phone number totally threw them off balance and I didn’t even mention my outcry about only changing the one SIM card (topping up). I was then told that I had to pay at the restaurant till and the boss would help me with everything else. So I went there, and between serving the food and paying, he tried to activate the card and comply with my wishes. His comments about where I got the mobile phone, that he had never seen anything like it and that it couldn’t possibly work, and my remarks that it had worked yesterday made him even angrier, I think, because it only had 3 frequencies and in Malaysia you need 4 to 5 and I needed a new one here. He then gave me my money back. Much later I realized that all the instructions on the phone were in German (in Thailand I only used it as a dictionary or to make a quick call) and that was the problem.
Continue to Alor Setar
On the train to my first accommodation, which was a bit away from the station but in the middle of the rice fields, with use of a bicycle and a hike to and up a mountain with interesting temples. When I arrived at the station, I was the only one to get off. That’s when I really realized my situation: I couldn’t call Grab or the owner, cabs were nowhere to be found either in front of or behind the station, the whole station was almost empty by now and whoever was there couldn’t speak English. The ticket counters here only open 20 minutes before the train departs and that was still a while away. Sometimes the only living being was a man who constantly swept the station, was very sympathetic but couldn’t speak English. I kept taking one of the two elevators up and down or a long corridor to the other platform (however small or remote the places may be, the stations are always huge, but of course never with any kind of snack bar). At some point, the station slowly filled up again and I found a young woman who spoke English and actually wanted to call me Grab on her cell phone. At that moment, I realized that my suitcase was gone, so I rushed down the elevator: gone. After the initial shock, I realized that it was the exit at the other end and the suitcase was actually standing there alone waiting for me.
When I came back up, the young girl was gone of course, but an older couple who had noticed my problems beforehand could barely speak English, but they tried to help me at the ticket counter, which had finally opened. She ordered Grab, paid, I gave her the money, she came down with me to make sure the driver didn’t take any more money from me and then they spent at least another ½ hour together trying to find the accommodation. Finally, after more than 3 hours, I set off for my lonely bamboo hut.
The next day, Fakhri, the very helpful owner, took me into town to buy a cell phone and although I thought all the data had been transferred from the old cell phone to the new one – after all, the owner had fiddled with it for an hour – it turned out to be a mistake. Luckily Fahkri had taken the old one for his son, otherwise the disaster would have been unspeakable. Nothing worked, it was desperate. Fortunately, it turned out that it was partly due to Fakhri’s electricity and not the plugs I had with me. Everyone who somehow ended up here tried their luck to help me, sometimes even with success.
Yesterday I went to the only „restaurant“ in the „vicinity“, at the end of a cul-de-sac. It turned out to be a thoroughfare and the entrance was from the other side, there wasn’t even a sign from our side. The rare people who were close to the road were usually able to get at least one of the family to come over, who was then finally able to proudly use his little English. However, the time indications always turned out not to be for walking, but of course for the scooter. When I found out, I became a little more relaxed and my hope of getting something in my stomach today flared up again.
When I finally arrived, I was a little disconcerted and so were the girls, but then I bravely ordered the next thing that caught my eye, ramen Korean (foreigners seem to come by from time to time, although I haven’t seen any yet). ) Anyway, ramen sounded like noodles. I didn’t know why it took so long, but maybe they had to slaughter the poor chicken first. And then came what I didn’t really want: just meat, all big chunks rolled in batter and fried until crispy with a delicious sauce dipped in it. For the next few days it will be vegetables only. I have the feeling that my meat consumption will be covered for months.
Of all the girls running around here, one speaks very, very good English and is also very out of the ordinary. She told me so much about what I could do here that I thought she was organizing tours. She showed me lots of photos of trips she had taken („I just get in the car and drive off“). The area here is Islamist and I found that very surprising, but maybe we have the wrong idea. Anyway, she also helped me a lot with my cell phones and made a lot of settings. And only now have I seen what we missed out on last year when we were on Langkawi. And what does that mean? Sometimes a car isn’t bad after all. It was getting a bit late with our chatting, but luckily I had the flashlight with me.
When I got back to my current accommodation, a meal (with vegetables!) was waiting for me that the woman had brought for herself and me, but unfortunately there wasn’t a bit of room left in my stomach.
Then came the night. I was in „bed“ earlier than usual and the fan, the many open windows and the 2 open doors made the climate very pleasant. Luckily, I had locked the doors later, because I was suddenly woken from a deep sleep. At first I thought the wind was rattling the door, until I realized it couldn’t be that strong, someone was ripping the door off its hinges. It didn’t work, but I still had trouble sleeping and of course I overslept. When I told the owner, there was no reaction.
Unfortunately, the highly praised breakfast turned out to be an absolute no-go for me. What a shame, I had been so looking forward to it. There wasn’t even any fruit, which wouldn’t be so bad if you could buy it anywhere here, but within a radius of about 10 km as the crow flies there are only rice fields and unfortunately the last illusion was taken away from me yesterday: Rice is grown with a large amount of poison (thanks to Monsanto). But the farmers are supposedly in the process of reducing this again. Has the sale to Bayer made this possible? Something positive? Do people trust the company to do something for our health and not just to make money?
The plants are literally standing in poisoned water, the fields are worked with large, heavy machines (they have to be able to move in the mud), which make a lot of noise and in between there is a lot of hammering going on, as the owner is building more accommodation and a swimming pool to boot. So here again a romantic spot is lost. Of course, there is also more money to be made here than with rice. Accommodation in Malaysia is also much more expensive than in Thailand, for example. And maybe it’s also a good thing that not so much poison gets into the water, where the poison is then spread even more and faster than on earth, or is everything already full anyway?
But you only have to go to the jungle, where the plants are so vigorous, so strong, so healthy and there is no mildew despite all the moisture. That should give people food for thought, it’s the healthy soil that counts.
Internet is still not working. I can’t even write to Gerhard by e-mail because he can’t get in. It turns out that a new password was probably entered during the purchase and Gerhard is (also) desperate and I still can’t book hotels. Google won’t let either of us in and asks things that I can’t answer or orders things that are from the moon for me. Now it’s paying off that I never wanted to deal with it.
And then finally a ray of hope, the young girl installed WhatsApp on my cell phone, what a relief and it always works, goes like clockwork, takes everything in its stride and always works. Only poor Gerhard has hardly any peace and quiet now.
Fakhri and his wife took me to the best breakfast restaurant to show me how a proper Malaysian breakfast works. Afterwards we went to an AGRAR exhibition where small farmers offered their various products and where I had to hold still for photos at many stands.
You’re not even aware of how different you look and then suddenly someone comes along, even when you’re out and about, and asks for a selfie, once for a lemon grower with a lemon in his hand, which I had to hold up to the camera.
As I was pretty exhausted with all the problems with my mobile phone and the internet, I just wanted some peace and quiet and added 2 days to the 4 days. Gerhard has now found a way to access the emails and I take photos of the bookings and Gerhard sends me the confirmations to show.
But Fakhri and his wife are still trying to familiarize me with Malaysia wherever they can. Today he took me to a wedding and I tried to get the best out of my clothes.
We ate and ate what we could, lots of people and lots of food. I refused the knife and fork that Fakhri got for me and did like everyone else: I only ate with my right hand, which of course isn’t so easy with crumbly rice, but it worked and I think my supervisors were very proud of me.
I was surprised not to see the bride and groom, but was told that the bride was in a specially cooled room in the house so that her make-up wouldn’t melt in the heat and everyone could have their photo taken with her.
Then it didn’t work out so easily with every ATM, although Fakhri still got the 2 days paid and also the cell phone, he was very relaxed and still helpful. In response to my comment that he is always in such a good mood and always smiling, even early in the morning, he told me that he takes a drop of cannabis oil every morning and every evening.
On the last day I had to plant a tree as a souvenir. It was great fun, except for my nails, it had been raining all night and there was no more time. We went for breakfast again and then Fakhri took me to the train station.
…..and has already grown diligently!
George Town
The next stop is George Town. I actually wanted to go somewhere else, but was so annoyed that George Town kept popping up that I thought never mind. Now it was finally easy: the train went to the harbor and from there I took the crowded ferry across. I thought: my God, where are they all going to stay, although many of them probably work there too.
A lot of people got out at the ferry station, all waiting for Grab, „Taxis are far too expensive“. The surprise came when the cab driver charged less than the hotel had quoted and he was super nice too. The hotel was described by some as a little hidden gem. When I was looking for a hotel, it was also very important to me that I could pay in cash because of the many difficulties with my cell phone and internet, so the choice was limited. The Edelstein turned out to be very small, as the bathroom was built into the room, which is not always indicated when booking. I was close to claustrophobia and couldn’t have stayed a day longer than my booked 6 days. The staff were always very friendly, (maybe the name „Bethel Nut“ said it all???) but couldn’t speak a word of English and I was happy when the manager turned up and was able to adjust the TV for me after everyone had tried it out or fixed the safe, which goes back to zero after every opening and if you are tired and late and mistype something, nothing works and you are not made aware of it beforehand. But I had a little bunch of flowers in my room every day in a hot place where hardly any flowers thrive and one day a small computer desk, albeit with a magnetic plate that caused the computer to break down, my despair returned until I found out why the computer was so difficult to move on the desk and the two plates had come loose. ( The keyboard is attached to the tablet with the help of a strong magnet – and two magnets…… …G.)
It was a bit annoying to find somewhere to have breakfast, although the hotel manager went to a lot of trouble to write down all the restaurants and cafes in the area on the map and there must have been about 70, only when you got there they were just closing again, or „come back later, we’re not open yet“ or they were closed and nobody could say when they were open, at 16:00 it was closing time in the whole street. I then went for breakfast twice in the fort, which was so fantastic on our last trip and they even let me in without an entrance fee after I assured them that I already knew the fort and just wanted to have breakfast.
In the evening, I ended up in the small Indian quarter and bravely went to a food stall: where there are so many Indians eating, it must be good. Hungry as I was, I put together six different things, one tastier than the other. I was only full after half a portion. I asked her to wrap the food for me (Asians hardly ever cook their food, they just go and get it, which means they pick it up more than they eat it in the restaurant, which of course increases the plastic waste enormously). But here this was probably not so common and they were a bit overwhelmed and although I tried to make them understand to just put it in a plastic bag, I got a bit grimly 6 packets put down and even my half pancake was specially wrapped.
The return journey was once again an experience. Luckily I was downstairs early, but the young man standing at the counter didn’t even know how to order a cab and the boss couldn’t be disturbed. After an hour and nothing had happened, he called the manager after I insisted and he explained to me that a cab had to be ordered at least one day in advance. When would I need it: now! Three times the same question and three times I said: now! That’s when it slowly dawned on him: she’s serious. Although he doubted that it would work, the cab arrived 10 minutes later and, to my surprise, at the same price as on the way here. The ferry was just leaving, of course, but luckily there was another one in between that wasn’t listed anywhere.
Ipoh
The midday train to my next accommodation was already fully booked yesterday, the next one at 14:30 still had 22 free seats yesterday, but they were gone now too. All that was left was the 18.30, arrival in Ipoh 20:30, what else could I do, I replied at the ticket counter and was surprised to get the same. Now it was time to get around. There was nowhere to leave my suitcase, and when I asked if I could sit around here the whole time, they just shrugged their shoulders. At least they let me back into the restroom through the barrier and looked after my things for a while. Eventually I found a somewhat hidden spot and left my luggage there after I remembered that there was a sign for a shopping mall on the way here through the tunnel that connects the ferry and the train station.
My hope was a bookshop, but that never materialized. There were none here, half the stores had fallen victim to Covid. At some point I struck up a conversation with an older couple and the man was very helpful in finding my phone number on his cell phone, which he wanted for whatever reason. He can do that. After a while he put down the cell phone (my new one) with the words: this is different from mine, got up and left. The cell phone stared at me totally blank and I froze into hydrochloric acid, everything gone: my hotel bookings, my phone numbers, all addresses, my changed flight ticket to Sri Lanka I had the feeling that I no longer existed. I felt like crying. I went to the information desk looking for help, where I had been talking to a young woman for a long time before, but she was gone and the young man directed me to a place across the area, 4 young women busy with cell phones also just looked horrified and directed me to a third counter, with 2 employees at the computer and when I almost wanted to start crying, they did it in no time and everything was there again !!!!
Originally I wanted to go to the mountains, but it was too much of a hassle for me, I just wanted some comfort.
Ipoh was known for its „white coffee“ and I have to say it was fantastic. At last, no oversweet, thick coffee, but pure coffee beans with real milk. The pastries here were also excellent.
I also visited a museum where I learned a lot about Ipoh and the gemstone miners. I took a nice walk along the river over a pedestrian bridge made entirely of steel, which was so hot in the enormous heat that you’re guaranteed never to burn yourself again, as your hands will be fried away immediately anyway. I then paid a lot for a few bananas, which would normally cost a few cents.
In the evening I bravely went to „Little India“, a district where many Indians live in this multi-ethnic Asian state. Although the Asian countries began with more or less the same or similar tribes, they have, on the whole, developed differently, with individual tribes maintaining (or: cultivating) their culture over centuries, and here the latter was the case in contrast to George Town. It was almost eerie. No smile, no nice nod of the head, more like: you’re out of place here. Even my favorite game of smiling at someone who is looking particularly evil until they smile back and it works wasn’t on here.
( So times change: from the concubine to the ban on holding hands. No going back to the past, only to an unreal present and future? …G.)
Kuala Lumpur
Then it was on to Kuala Lumpur, my last stop. The hotel was much further away from the city center than booking.com had indicated or the hotel had shown me on the map. So I took a longer walk to the train station, as it should have been normal. And so incredibly dangerous, because there is absolutely no consideration for pedestrians, but the pedestrian tunnels are so dark and dirty that no one uses them.
There was delicious street food halfway to the station, but nobody goes crazy. When the snack bar is closed one day, the whole family just sits there and does nothing.
Today I bravely took a narrow path next to the hotel, away from the traffic noise. It appealed to me because it looked very much like nature. There were terrible tin huts among the greenery. I bravely walked on and on, a few people stopped in amazement and watched me: what is she doing here? But I wanted to go through and I always asked with gestures whether I was allowed to go through or whether I was allowed to go a certain way. There were no problems. But what I had to realize again: mirror-like motorcycles or cars are the most important thing. Even in this settlement, a little boy on a mini motorcycle came racing up 1:1 so fast that I had to jump to the side.
But I went on and on, under a barrier, and ended up in a large old Chinese cemetery. I was stunned, I had seen correctly from my balcony after all. Now I also realized why the small temples along the way were all so neglected, they were Chinese. There must have been a Chinese settlement here in the past. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my cell phone with me. Halfway along I turned back, it was already getting dark and the many dogs, which had only appeared sporadically on the way there, were now coming in packs and I was glad when a human was still on the way and kept them off my back (?).
I then ended up in a wonderful mosque complex and before I knew it I was able to experience what it feels like to be under the nuns‘ robes. The sweat was just pouring, but it had been before. I think at a certain temperature it’s just hot, but you don’t feel bad: hair: whatever, clothes: whatever. Well, the mask wouldn’t have been necessary, but in Malaysia masks are still compulsory on buses and trains and as I’ve never been bothered by the mask once I’ve put it on, I often forget to take it off again, just as I always forget to put one away, so I already have a considerable collection, mostly from people who have given me one as a present.
Central station in Luala Lumpur – made entirely of stainless steel – 3 storeys deep
Airport Kuala Lumpur
So today I’m going to Sri Lanka. Gerhard tells me that you have to present a return ticket otherwise the airline won’t take you at all.
Yesterday I had a message on my mobile phone to check in online now. Hey? How do you do that? Of course I have no idea how „Online Check In“ works and before something ominous happens on my mobile phone again, I make sure to be at the airport as early as possible and get help there. Calling Grab went well with a little help, the price was a bit higher (tour surcharge) but I was glad to be here already. The information desk sent me straight to Batik Air, diagonally opposite, where I gave my documents, it was only 12 o’clock: go to the check-in desk at 5 o’clock, they’ll take care of it. Hm, well, what should I do if it’s suddenly all so easy? In the meantime I got a message from Gerhard saying that nobody in Sri Lanka had asked for the return flight and that it wasn’t asked for on the entry form either. I was at the counter at 16:15 and was let through. … and their ETA certificate for the visa? like I’m from Germany and don’t need a visa, yes, but the certificate; never heard of it. Out of the queue, to Gerhard a Whatsapp (at least something you can rely on) Is with your documents – is not (maybe used as a slip of paper in the meantime???). My God, if it wasn’t for my dear husband. Sent ETA via Whatsapp, went to the counter, wanted to go back to the nice young man, didn’t go, one of these unfriendly employees didn’t let up, then immediately told me that it wasn’t valid, I was desperate and said I didn’t understand, whereupon she said very unkindly that she could also have someone called in a language I understood better. I then took my stuff and went to the young man and everything was fine, she just hadn’t been prepared to continue reading after the first sentence. Then came the question about the exit ticket and I was probably able to convince him that it wouldn’t be asked for when entering the country (or did he know that?) I finally got the boarding pass and was able to relax. At first. Then came the last check in: Her Eta certificate, I was then already annoyed, again deeply rummaged for the cell phone, the mail I found to my relief then also again, but I must say she remained friendly, and even when she asked me for the return ticket and I grumbled, the boarding pass I get anyway only if everything is in order, also that it is not asked for it she also seemed to know.
The 3 hour flight was the longest 3 hours I can remember.
And then finally the man who will fix everything embraced me.