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In the wee hours of Sunday, two people in matching black leather jackets -- who came to own these jackets independent of the other, although the similarity was endearing -- and a penchant for black leather boots said goodbye to their very fuzzy cat and left San Francisco for Malaysia. scanner_darkly had been down with a cold all of last week, and I'd been slowly fighting off his plague with vitamins and minerals ever since. We'd both been pretty worried one of us would end up sneezing in fits right as we were about to travel, and since Seth was basically almost well, the most likely candidate to fall outright ill was me.

We left the city in relatively high spirits, with sporadic sniffles. Our China Airlines flight was a surprising deal when we picked it up, complete with a 2-week hotel stay at a pretty good new hotel right outside the Petronas Twin Towers. It was enough of a deal we both immediately wikied the airline to make sure it was the 'correct' Republic of China's carrier, and largely wondered how this wasn't made of abestos and cancer.

Take-off was uneventful. I noticed it was a heavily mixed set of passengers, as our flight apparently connected to journeys towards Manilla, Okinawa, Hong Kong and Ho Chi Minh City. I wished I was a little less sickly to appreciate all the languages floating about, but it was not to be. We'd realized on the way to our gate we hadn't been good about buying souvenirs for the horde of relatives we were visiting, so I'd picked up boxes of See's chocolates at Seth's recommendation for a local flavour to pack home. My feelings for my relatives are entirely ambivalent and bland. Many of the ones we were visiting were very kind to me as a child, and are very excited to meet me and my new husband, but I hadn't seen them in years. The most I could hope for was that I saved face (and particularly my parents' face) by at least appearing that I thought of them in my travels.

The first sign we got that this trip would be awful came when we realized they weren't serving light refreshments, not even glasses of water, after take-off. Apart from dinner, which was dreadful chicken rice to the point of being inedible, none of the passengers were served anything to drink until about 8 hours into the 12 hour flight. The passengers that did get drinks had to walk up to the nearest cabin crew members and ask for it, which was really how I reckoned the cabin crew figured out they'd need to wander around with trays of water after a bit.

Both of us had determinedly tried to sleep early in the flight, with unpleasant results. The flight hit numerous turbulent spots, and we'd wake up whenever the cabin crew began scurrying about in the cubicle next to us, or when the very long line of passengers would sporadically show up for the bathroom in the row directly ahead. I got progressively sicker throughout the flight. Seth and I took our Sudafed, which seemed to dry our sniffles but make us mentally worse. I broke out in a cold sweat and vaguely delirious fever with 6 hours in our flight left to go. The turbulence and dehydration made everything much more awful than it had to be. I've been flying since before I learnt to walk right -- this was seriously one of the worst flights I've ever been on. Seth was wonderfully kind throughout. At one point, I turned to him and said that if I continued to feel the way I did when we hit the ground, I would need to seek medical assistance. There were times I thought I would throw up, but thankfully didn't. Seth went out of his way to keep me rehydrated and appropriately tissued.

We're currently waiting for our 5-hour flight to Kuala Lumpur in Chiang Kai Shek International. We eschewed breakfast on the plane for being hungry and much less green in the face, so we landed starving. There was only one eatery in sight in the entirety of Terminals 1 and 2, which was all out of hot noodles and soups. He had a cold ham and cheese croissant, and I had a cheese tart. Our lemon tea was disgustingly sweet enough that it marched right past even Seth's tolerance of sugary drinks.

I'm logging off before my batteries run out, but at least I'm sure our experience will improve once we hit Kuala Lumpur International Airport. For a start, there's good coffee right outside the arrival gate. And my parents will be there. I'll need to put up my best "I'm sick" face. Maybe that will gain their pity, and result in us being delivered to our hotel instead of family craziness before dinner.

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resonant
May. 12th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
eeeee!

get a hydration pack like a Camelbak or Platypus to bring with you on the flight back.
vampyrichamster
May. 13th, 2009 12:46 am (UTC)
I never knew about these systems until you mentioned them. They sound amazing, and very pertinent to our situation! Thank you!
countlibras
May. 12th, 2009 01:49 pm (UTC)
Carry an empty water bottle when you go to the airport, and fill it up at a water fountain after you clear security. It's how I travel now.

Regardless... *HUGS*

Being sick on a plane is not fun at all.
vampyrichamster
May. 13th, 2009 12:48 am (UTC)
*hugs* Thanks. I like your idea. It's practical and easy to implement, since we'd probably buy water inside the waiting area anyway. I never thought about it like this, but it's true water bottles only have to clear security.
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