Seoul Sister- South East Asia for 1

Life is like a wave. Resist and you'll be knocked over. Dive into it, and you'll swim out the other side.  Evelyn, Exotic Marigold Hotel

“Flight 625 Cathay Pacific has been Cancelled” I arrived at the airport, partially voiceless due to a cold with my ginormous red suitcase only to be greeted with a sign board about my flight being cancelled due to typhoon Vincent  in Hong Kong.  Typhoon  Vincent?   I really had not factored in that Typhoons are a regular occurrence in Asia and something that I would have to deal with throughout my trip.  You would think that I would be put off by this freak of nature; instead I was adamant that I could not stay another day in South Africa.  

Mayhem at the airport as we all try and negotiate flights with other airlines.

Within an hour I had negotiated with Cathay to organize my flight to South Korea with Singapore airlines, I found myself wheeling and dealing using my “oh so sexy” pair of boots to negotiate a good seat and possibly an upgrade * there is nothing wrong with pushing your luck sometimes* even if it means possibly trading in your shoes for an upgrade. 

The "oh so sexy" boots, It truly does help to be well dressed when you are travelling, 

In between the hustling and exchanging some money for the trip I missed my boarding call, by the time I realized I was running horribly late I had to call in back up.  I grabbed an ACSA employee who was already off duty and pleaded with him to help me make it to my Flight.  Perhaps it was the look of horror on my face but something certainly worked for me because the next thing I knew I was rushing through customs with him and just when I thought my lungs were about to give up on me he ran ahead to make sure that they did not leave without me.  There were times when he looked back and shouted “sistas come on you can do it” and even though I thought I might surely die en route this bit of motivation pushed me to jog even harder.

I was the last person to scuttle into the plane and was hailed with looks of disapproval for having held up the flight.  At that point I was just glad to have made it with half a lung still intact and a burning chest,  as we took to the skies I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the sky at that very moment a clear reminder that I had made it.

relief.