The four hour flight to Kunming Changshui International Airport had in flight WIFI which either did not work or I was not able to get it to work. I had the window seat and my neighbours were a friendly elderly couple but my attempt at a nap was disrupted by a lady sitting directly behind me who’d put up her knees against my seat when I tried to recline. She was in an extremely bad mood and after I tried for the third time, she burst out, “拜托 这里已经够窄了 你互相体谅一下好吗?!” (Mind you, this space is already crammed enough can you please try to understand?!) I looked around at everyone resting comfortably in their reclined seats, except the elderly couple beside me who sat upright throughout that whole flight. They looked back and said nothing. A Chinese man who sat beside this fiery lady also said nothing. The lady herself had a black face, her mouth unpleasantly twisted. Just my luck. Tempted to make a sarcastic remark but decided to hold it in, I adjusted my seat halfway down to make space for her supposed crammed knees and said nothing more. Throughout the four hours, the lady and the Chinese man watched shows on his mobile phones with shared earphones whilst I shifted uncomfortably almost every minute, wishing for the plane to land in the next second. The elderly couple beside me held up well in their upright seats and I tried to hold my exasperated self in, thinking about navigating the next day without instant online connection and little to no sleep. It later turned out that the elrderly couple beside me, the lady and the man behind me were all acquainted, which made sense why no one said anything previously.
13 December 2019.
Landing at Kunming Changshui International Airport at 0152 was smooth and I cleared immigration by 0230. There were a few Malaysian Chinese families on the flight and it was interesting to hear an automated voice instructing them to put their four fingers of each hand at the scanning machine in Malay. The instructions changed to English when my turn came. The officer asked how long I would be staying in China and with my reply of 6, he cleared me without requesting to see my proof of exit from China. It was a continuation of my long night as I exited the arrival hall into a small crowd of Chinese dealers asking if I needed a ride or a place to stay. There was no need to pre-book, if you didn’t mind the price and trust the dealer, you could easily get a place to spend the next few hours till daylight. I pushed past to see some travellers sleeping on chairs at the arrival floor but the sight of the departure floor was unexpectedly reassuring. Hundreds of travellers laid out in front of the check-in counters on thin pieces of cloth and more huddled over restaurant seats without interference from the staff. They seemed to have accepted that few customers would patronize their stall for refreshments in the middle of the night and allowed them to sleep in peace on their couches. I was in search of an Airport Capsule Hotel I had read about online on the departure floor which had 30 pods, each at 180 yuan for a night.