Now I’ll start at the beginning. I left my house around 5:30am and took a train to Yokohama, where I caught the express train for Narita Airport, then took off for Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
I stocked up on my favorite Origin’s face scrub and wandered through the Kuala Lumpur International Airport Jungle Boardwalk, then realized I had to get processed through immigration to get my bags and catch my connection. That took forever—more than an hour of my five-hour layover. I asked someone at the info desk where I could check in for my Air Asia flight. “Oh, it’s at the other terminal,” she said. “No problem,” I said, thinking of the efficient, free, seven-minute shuttle that zips between terminals in civilized Japan. “No, but there’s a bus downstairs and over that way,” she said.
A sign said buses came every 20 minutes. Forty-five minutes later I was getting a little nervous, but finally one pulled up. Fortunately, I had some Malaysian ringgit on my from our foray into Johor this August. The bus left at 6:32pm. My flight was scheduled to leave at 9:20pm. At 7pm the bus was still lumbering along past blue-domed mosques and miles of palm trees—no airport in sight. What if I was on the wrong bus? What if I was going to the wrong terminal? I started to get a little frantic. THIS is why you book tickets all the way through instead of booking each leg separately! Who knew the terminals were practically two separate airports?! What if I hadn’t had a ridiculously long layover!? Finally we pulled up to a terminal but all I saw were domestic flights. Eventually I found a tiny sign for international flights, skipped the miles of Australians heading back down under and used the self check in kiosk. Whew! I barely had enough time to grab some Malaysian food before dashing to my gate. That was the shortest five-hour layover ever!








