I was just thinking

I was just thinking and doing nothing that I suddenly remembered that I hadn't blogged about how I got to Greece. Geez, I must be getting old...no wait, that's just my tummy rumbling.

Anyways, in a choronological order (at least I hope so, mind you that a hungry tummy doesn't make the brain smarter...well, not that I'm saying I'm dumb or anything):

16/11
Dinner with Fakhri. Got a lovely card and a Greek phrase book. Had a farewell party @ Purple Sneakers (the weirdly grinning photos were from this ocassion). Wished more people could have come. Made our way to Club 77. Had a fun night. Mum's totally gonna kill me now.

17/11
Sent all junks to Syai's place. Amy and Fakhri helped. Thanks. Sent Paris to work. Got teary when she was taken away. Pip and Yerko gave a farewell card (it was actually a birthday card that they got from Coles but scribbled the "happy bday" part and wrote "goodbye" - some true friends!). Missed hair appointment with Jane. Forgot to buy new work shoes. Depressed. Yaso came visit. Went dinner with the engo people. Thanks for the treat. Sent more junks to Syai's place. Engo friends went to party. Jealous. Sad. Missed them already.

18/11
Finished up packing. Didn't sleep at all trying to shuv evrything into one large Caribee bagpack that it ended up weighing 23 kg which I couldn't possibly carry but had to regardless since there was no any other choice. Amy gave a prezzie. Amy sent to airport. Syai and Fakhri were there. Parted. Sad. Refused to leave. Forced by Fakhri and Syai. Nervous wreck.

19/11
Arrived at Narita Airport. Pushed by old ladies to get on the shuttle train. Got stuck with the immigration for about 1+ hours because I did not have a hotel to stay the night at. Released. Almost lost my bag. Retrieved bag. Lost Peter (which therefore meant no going to the city centre). Called Ashrol. Still couldn't get to the city. Slept on the airport benches. Harassed by airport policemen (apparently you can't stay overnight in Narita INTERNATIONAL airport - how stupid!) 3 bloody times. Spoke to a guy from Timor Leste. Woke up. Got to Terminal 1 by a shuttle bus. Bought souvenirs. Ate some noodle thingy (after say 12 hours drinking only yucky green tea). Kept receipts as souvenirs. Checked in.

20/11
Arrived at Zurich Airport. 6 bloody hours wait. Bored. Called home. Ate something in Burger King. Tried to call the person who was supposed to pick me up in Thessaloniki airport. Unsuccessful. Guy called back...ermm, but I called him through a public phone, so naturally I didn't pick up in case it's like one of those scenes in a movie where Collin Farrel starred as a squad member or sthg. Ignored 2 more calls (some forein guy picked them up..haha, sucker!). Called again. Still unsuccessful. Tried to sleep. Scared that somebody would steal my bags. Got woken up every 5 minutes by dreaming of somebody trying to steal my bags. Walked to the departure gate. Got stopped by the immigration lady (I suppose she's never seen a Malaysian passport before). Got through (haha, sucker!). Sat beside a young, lovely but annoying couple. Hoping for good food. Got crappy food (almost, almost ate a ham sandwich...seriously, the steward was literally shoving it into my mouth). Hopes came crashing down. Went to sleep. Got woken up by annoying couple. 10 minutes to land.

21/11
Arrived at Thessaloniki Airport (at bloody 2 am). Nobody told me that it was still the 20th. Still assumed it was the 21st. Got stopped for 15 minutes at immigration. Got through. People starred. Felt insecure about my Asian look. Convinced that I'm a hot Asian. Got big Caribee bagpack. Anxiously hoped the Guy (from the phone, remember?) was waiting. No Guy in sight. Panicked. Called Mum. Mum advised to keep calling. Kept on calling. Unsuccessful. Gave up. Too scared to eat. Wandered the whole airport. Stayed till 8.00 am. Called again. Unsuccessful. Tired. Hungry. Smelly. Called the company. Picked up by the driver. Met boss and workmates. Boss scolded the Guy (or the people under the same organisation as Guy). Picked up by people from organisation. Met even more people. Got accomodation sorted. Tired. Homesick.

20/11
Yes, it's apparently still the 20th - hence a valid excuse for not picking me up from the airport. Got over it. Taken to the city at night. Goody's. Homesick. Got teary. Felt lonely. Went to sleep. Felt lonely even more. Decided this is not the way to live a life. Found a new spirit. Still felt homesick. Spirit was officially dead.

Now
So that's it. Now it's already the 30 th. Thinking back, after almost 2 days of travelling and smelling like erm, something smelly, I ought to be proud of myself. Made some new friends, awakened the dead spirit after a good conversation with Mum (Sorry everybody for calling at 2 o'clock in the morning) and feeling better about myself. Only one thing left in mind (more to come). How the bloody hell am I going to get back without a ticket?

Any sponsor? Please.... I'm good with ping pong balls....Anyone?