Don Muang, we hardly knew you

Day 7, January 18, 2007, Hong Kong to Hanoi (through Bangkok).

Finally, the time has come for the South East Asia portion of my trip, which I've been looking forward to the most.  First stop Vietnam.

My friend Jen from San Francisco is travelling to Vietnam on an organized tour at the same time as me, and I wanted to meet up with her for part of the trip.  She starts her tour in Hanoi, but Cathay Pacific only flies to Saigon and Bangkok.  After checking on various connection options, I decided to fly to Bangkok and buy a cheap ticket on AirAsia over to Hanoi.  On the plane to Bangkok, I bumped into Al Riaz (a friend of mine from the Bay Area and Vancouver) who was on his way to Mumbai.  Turns out that we'll be visiting some of the same cities in Asia, but in opposite directions, so we won't see each other.  Still a nice surprise to see a familiar face on this side of the world.

Bangkok has a brand new international airport (Suvarnabhumi), which was rushed into operation mainly for political reasons.  It's had a rather difficult start, and things have actually gotten worse since, to the point where there's now talk of reopening the old airport (Don Muang).  Suvarnabhumi is huge, and its sole terminal is the second largest in the world, a shade behing Hong Kong's.  I was not too impressed by the new airport.  The architecture is nice, but it's way too hot in there, as the air conditioning isn't powerful enough to fill up the vast open spaces.

I had to go pick up my luggage, clear immigration and customs, stand in line at the Air Asia check in desk, then pay a $14 departure tax, clear immigration once more, and finally head back to the gates.  On the way there, I saw what looked like a Thai Airways lounge and decided to stop by to take a look. The door to the lounge (it turned out to be a just opened transit lounge) was a brand new, perfectly clear set of sliding glass doors, with absolutely no marking or etchings anywhere.  Unfortunately, the automatic motion detector that operates the doors did not detect me, and I never saw the door.  So I bang my head nose-first into what feels like a Star Trek force field.

My nose starts bleeding, I have a cut on the bridge, and the Thai Airways employee offers to call a doctor.  Of course, this being the new airport, the number she has for a doctor is disconnected, and she's scrambling to get a hold of someone.  In the meantime, I've managed to stop the bleeding, and find out from WebMD that I probably don't have a broken nose, and even if I do, there's not much that can be done.  I therefore decide to head to the gate to catch my flight which was about to board.

I'm at the final security checkpoint when a doctor and some nurses show up.  The doctor is a young 20-something Thai woman who seems very competent.  She feels my nose briefly and tells me that it's not broken.  She offers to dress the cut on the bridge, but when I question her, she says that it's not required as the cut is quite shallow.  So I decide to keep going to the gate without any treatment, when one of the nurses tells me that I need to first pay for the doctor.  I inquire how much that would be, and she asks for 2000 baht ($56) for the 30 second consultation.  I refused to pay, and told her to go talk to the Thai Airways people, as their non-functioning door was at least partly to blame.

I go on to board my plane and ask the stewardess for some ice and a band-aid.  A few minutes later, a ground crew member comes up to me and says there's someone outside who wants to talk to me.  I go back outside the plane, and find the nurse and the Thai Airways lady on the jetway, demanding a payment from me once again.  The doctor is nowhere to be seen (she had seemed uncomfortable already when the nurse first asked me to pay).  I decide to hold my ground and ask to talk to someone in charge.  The Air Asia people start getting anxious, as they don't want the flight to get delayed.  Most of them agree with me that the nurse's demand is ridiculous, and finally someone in charge of the ground crew manages to convince her to go away, and I can finally get back on the plane.  Add me to the list of travelers who are thoroughly unimpressed by this new airport!

When I got to Hanoi, Jen had already turned in early for the night, as she was adjusting to the nine hour time difference. So I went walking around the streets of Hanoi by night looking for dinner.  After wandering around for a while, I found a tiny little street stall where an old woman was serving Pho (Vietnamese rice noodle soup).  Her particular version was made with beef (Pho Bo), and I was soon served the single most delicious bowl of Pho I've ever had for the grand sum of 10,000 VND (63 US cents):

And all of a sudden, all was right with the world again...

Comments

[chet]

Malik--you're way behind! Her blog already tells about how you threw her off a motorcycle...

[jen maiser]

15-hour time difference! ;)

[the evil serb]

Not mentioned in most advanced degree programs, but: there are many ways to check whether automatic doors work other than hitting them head first.
P.S. I love your wines: looking up some of the empty bottles, they look like they cost quite a bit too!