My return flight to Malaysia departed at 23h30 and left me with a
considerable amount of time to kill. At 80 rupees, the airport bus
made more sense than a 1,200 rupees taxi ride. But, being India, not
everything went according to plan. Soon after departing, all were
refunded their 80 rupees and told the bus was caput. Teaming up
with Bianca from Switzerland, we hailed a tuk-tuk, and off we went in
our “air-con Ferrari” in bumper-to-bumper traffic and made it just in
time to catch our 23h30 flight. There’s never a dull moment in India.
Kochi – India - Puchong, Malaysia
AirAsia is a budget airline, and I mean BUDGET. They didn’t even
offer a glass of water; the fact that the toilets were free was a
surprise. Still, I wasn’t complaining - it was simply fascinating. We
landed smoothly, and the airport train took me to Putrajaya Central,
where Peter waited. Following a few winks, I slowly gathered my
stuff, ready to resume my quest. That evening, a spectacular storm
broke over Puchong, complete with dramatic lightning.