How I Miss My Flight to Japan

The more you go somewhere the more complicated things are started to happen (or is it just adulting?). It might all look good in pictures you posted on Instagram but the story behind every journey and how complicated it has, no one would like to say it out loud. As you see in my title, yes, I missed my flight to Japan. The funny thing is, it wasn’t the weather or operational things that made me miss my flight. It was pure my idiotism.

Why going to Japan?

I was actually there not for leisure purposes. I was applying to a short course at Kansai University with a scholarship. Yes, a scholarship, so everything was funded. I was participating in a course where I got to study about natural disaster and mitigation. I know that it wasn’t even close to my major in college, but hey, they chose me after all. I was so thrilled to go to Japan for almost free.

How missing a flight? What happened?

I have everything settled. I was staying in my dad’s flat in Jakarta and he asked his driver to take me to the airport two to three hours before my flight. I was already waiting and tried to call him thousand times and he never showed up. I was panicking and decided to run to Gambir and take the bus from there. Thank God, I wasn’t bringing my luggage. Just me and my carrier backpack.

Why don’t you just take a taxi instead?

I did actually waiting for a taxi. But none of them showed up. I was waiting on the road for basically almost half an hour. Online taxi wasn’t even a thing back then, so I really have no other options than running to a station and took a bus from there. Haven’t I thought about the traffic? Yes, I did. As predicted, I was late 10 minutes after departure.

Owh that’s awful!

I know! I was stressed out and about to give up. I was crying while calling my Mom and told her everything. She was kind enough to actually say she’ll be covering it and let me buy the next scheduled flight. I couldn’t find the cheapest nor fastest way to get to Japan. The most possible way is to buy a ticket from Kuala Lumpur to Osaka the next day which costs me a pretty good deal to cover my useless brain and buy a flight ticket from Jakarta to Kuala Lumpur with Malindo Airline. Guess how much was the Malindo flight cost me? 300.000 Rupiah!

As soon as I landed in Kuala Lumpur, I had 15 hours on my next flight to Japan. Yes, 15 effing hours. I didn’t do much really. I was just wandering around the airport, check on my phone, eating in a fast food restaurant. I actually got to witness a guy who was sitting next to me got seizures. It was awful to watch and there’s not much I can do to help. And because I can’t find a good spot to sleep, I decided to sleep in a cubicle hotel that charged me for 5 hours only. It was actually nice and I got time for taking a shower and brushed my teeth.

Wait, it wasn’t basically your fault!

This situation has really taught me to never depending on something or someone. I didn’t have a plan B and technically the driver works for my dad, not for me. As much as I hated to admit it, I can’t blame him for that.

Is that all?

Nope, things have gotten more complicated even when I finally made it to Osaka. I saw all of these “Japan anti-terrorism” text all over the airport of Kansai and when I was about to go out from the airport, probably because of my name, a nice lady was smiling to me and asked if she can check my carrier backpack. I said, “yes, sure”. She asked why am I here and I said “study”. I showed her my Acceptance letter document from my phone. After she was sure nothing curious was happening in my backpack, a guy then escorts me to a tiny room for a final check-up. I didn’t have to take all my clothes off, thank god. But it was for real such an experience.

So, what I can say is that everything happens for a reason. I got to understand the meaning of not depending on someone. I’ve got to actually experience awful stuff and that makes me more mature because adulting is basically figuring out how to solve problems, right?  Well, even in my case, my problem solved only by making a phone call to my mom, but I still need to figure out how I can get the fastest and cheapest way possible! I guess this is what they called “living outside of a comfort zone”. Maybe not, but, in my case and my version, it is.

So how was your awful experience traveling so far? Let me know!

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