Ticketless in Malaysia... the complete tale

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Me:  "So you are telling me we are stuck in Asia with no way home back to the US?" Agent: "I'm sorry sir, there is nothing I can do."

... And it's not even 6AM, Sunday morning.

Welcome to the UN-Trip Report

The way this usually goes, I outline all of the reviews that comprised a recent trip.  Each individual report is filled with photos and commentary regarding, food, amenities, annoyances, and clever quips; then each review I put in order starting with my departure flight or preparations, and ending with my final thoughts, safely back at home.

That's not how this one is going down my friend.  As I type this, from a lounge in Kuala Lumpur, I am not entirely sure I am going home today as I had planned.  I am not sure I am going home at all.  In fact, if I do make it home, without moving heaven and earth, there is no other way but for God to do the same, to get the Sherpa and Sherpstress home from Malaysia today.

So let me invite you back into the end of my conversation at 5:50 AM today (Sunday, Jan 20th, 2013).

Sherpa: "If we don't make this flight, then we can't make our connection in Yangon, if we don't make that, then we can't get back to the States"

Something my readers should know - if you do not fly a segment of your itinerary, anything after that segment is cancelled.  If you were to fly Omaha-Chicago-Pittsburgh, and decide you don't want to go to Pittsburgh, but would rather just stay in Chicago, you can just get out at Chicago (assuming you don't have any checked bags) and be on your way.  However, if you were to book a roundtrip Omaha-Chicago-Pittsburgh and back, you can still get off at Chicago, but the rest of your entire ticket (Chicago-Pittsburgh-Chicago-Omaha) will also cancel.

The Sherpa knows this.  Here is what the Sherpa's remaining itineraries look like:

1.  Kuala Lumpur-Yangon (one-way on Air Asia)

2.  Yangon-Kuala Lumpur-Frankfurt-Montreal (Malaysia Airlines/Air Canada)

3.  Montreal-Washington D.C.-Pittsburgh (US Airways)

...We are up to item 1 at this point in the morning.

The Sherpa knows that if we don't make the first flight, there is no way to connect to start the second itinerary. If we don't start the second itinerary, we don't leave Asia.

Let's compound the matter a bit further first. 

Malaysia Airlines (MH), does not want me to fly at all.  And they have good reason, after all, it was due to this mistake fare.  MH would only receive $113 of actual fare (not taxes) for our $247 business class fare for over 11,000 miles of travel.  They know that due to this law being passed they must honor any ticket issued in the United States (for example: bought through Travelocity as mine was), or transiting the US.

We both know that if ANY change is made, they have the right and will automatically cancel the ticket and I in no way blame them.

So we have to be on that flight.

Agent: "Air Asia is not a transiting airline, and you need to have your visa sorted before you depart.  I'm sorry but there is nothing that can be done."

This was mostly true and partially false. We could have avoided this fiasco in the first place, by being overly careful, but I didn't see the need and didn't want the hassle.  Three visa types are available for Myanmar, Tourist (only accessible at an embassy prior to departure), Transit and Business, the latter two are both available on arrival.  For visas on arrival, you bring visa pictures, $20USD, and have a legitimate business purpose or a flight out of Myanmar within 24 hours, you can just show up and receive your visa in immigration at the airport.

- Air Asia does schedule tranists (connecting in another country but not clearing customs as you will not leave the airport), heavily in fact in Kuala Lumpur, their headquarters and the very airport in which we are standing.

- Air Asia does allow customers who are eligible for visa on arrival to fly without a visa stamp, assuming they meet the conditions.  Here is proof they do that, here is the required documentation according to the government of Myanmar.

We have this documentation in our hands right now.

But it doesn't matter, there is no use arguing the point no matter how right we are.  We know this, and yet here we are in Kuala Lumpur at the Low Cost terminal, throwing a tantrum which has gotten us nowhere.  Literally.

The Sherpa is visibly flustered, the Sherpstress isn't fairing much better. We are stuck in Malaysia and there is no way we are making the flight we have booked, thus our tickets will be cancelled all the way through.  And to think that I was considering titling my book, Traveling Like a Pro.

It is important to understand the layout here at Kuala Lumpur International Airport(s).  Elsewhere in the world it makes more sense to have separate discount (LCCT - Low Cost Carrier Terminal) and conventional terminals (MTB - Main Terminal Building).  What many airports do when they expand, is instead of building the new airport across town from the convenient old airport, they build on the same property and use the original (terrible, dilapidated tin garages really) for the discount airlines and build the nice new expensive terminals on the same grounds.  This saves the cost of moving 100% of the infrastructure, or worse, creating two traffic centers, two subway lines, etc. It also allows the airport authority to charge the discounters less for inferior facilities, and the nice big international carriers more for the really good stuff that their customers want.  Here is the map: klia

We determined that our best chance of getting out of Malaysia (because we have jobs and bills) was to get to the main terminal.  Discount carriers like Air Asia are excellent when everything goes to plan, and in five years of crisscrossing the globe with the Sherpstress, things have only gone wrong twice.  The first time allowed my (then girlfriend) to shine so much I asked her to be my wife, the second is right now.

The plan is to hop in a cab and head to the other terminal as they are very separate entities and there is no other way to reach the two of them.  I open my wallet and remember that we spent the last amount of meaningful cash on some great t-shirts that say “Happiness” (more on that later), and now I was left with only 11 MYR (Malaysian Ringgit - about $3 USD) which was enough for a cab most places in town, but not much more.

I go to an ATM that only dispenses foreign currency (requiring another transaction) because this is the only one in sight.  My card is rejected for not being “The Right Kind Of Card” meaning that it did not have an electronic chip inside like the rest of the world.

I’m frustrated.

We go outside to look for another but all the ATM signs point back inside.  We find another this time connected to a bank, and currency counter, likely much easier to work with.  My card is again rejected, as is my wife’s where I experience a bit of an Amazing Race moment (insert video of upset contestant here).

The Sherpstress is truly my partner in life, and while I am busy being frustrated, she is calm and relaxed.  “We will figure it out, we always do.”  It’s exactly what I would say if I were the calm one - but I wasn’t.

We take this battle outside, let’s just see how much they charge to just go around the airport to the other side.

“Forty-two Ringgit” the taxi captain says as he continues to direct cabs around me. “Four point two?” I strain back, as 42 MYR would be an insane amount of money to go around the building ($13 USD) which we don’t have access to anyway.  The hour long drive from the city was 150 MYR in a taxi, I must have been mistaken.  I wasn’t.  He holds up four fingers with one hand, then two with the other and informs me that I need to go back inside for a ticket.

The Sherpa has had it.

I go around him to the cabs, open a door and make my offer to a driver: 11 Ringgit, it’s all I have, please take us to the other side.

No dice.

As I throw my arms up in despair (because that usually helps matters), a cabbie points and shouts something to me, “Bus, bus, bus!”  And there it was, doors just opening to collect passengers and take them to the terminal they likely needed to be at instead of the one for which they arrived.

Side Note: Your airport layout is terrible when A) You can’t connect the two terminals or won’t, and B) When so many customers are confused and arrive at the wrong terminal that you actually create a bus service to go from one to the other.  

We bolt for the bus.  We ask when we get to the door, “How much” which internationally is the same as saying, “Hello sir/madam, I am an American if you couldn’t already tell.”

“Two (V)ifty” I believe he said, I take out 5 MYR and hand it to him, he accepts it without protest.  We are on our way.  I ask him how long, 20 minutes he says.  <Sherpa shakes head in disbelief>

You may not be religious, we are and this is Sunday morning.  Whether or not you believe in God, you might still be asking for a little help in this situation - I certainly was.

We arrive at the International Terminal (though the Low Cost Carrier Terminal - LCCT is highly international as well) and it is modern and beautiful, and ready to start the day.  We don’t really know what the right approach is here, but here are some options:

•  If we find a way to Yangon (there are three flights that will still get us there in enough time to start our trip) then we can pay for the ticket and we have no more issues.

•  We can get the Malaysian Airlines folks to drop the first flight off our itinerary without penalty and just spend all day in the lounge and airport waiting for our night flight.

•  We can try to trick the system in some way.  We could just spill it all, explaining that Air Asia essentially rejected our Myanmar transit visa, therefore we were in some sort of weird immigration limbo and would end up like Tom Hanks in Terminal without their help.

The Sherpstress and I weren’t sure which outcome to go for, so we didn’t just kind of let the Malaysia Airlines staff lead the way.  Often, it seems to be that the American approach is to go up to the counter like a crazy person and flip over your purse spilling all the contents and making it the other person’s problem while you loudly search for something you couldn’t find.

We didn’t do that.

We just walked up to the business class counter (where we were booked for this portion of the trip) and handed over our passports.  “Sir, do you have the confirmation number, it’s not pulling either of you up in the system.”

I open my email and find Sherpa mistake number two, I only have the Travelocity confirmation number.

Side Note:  Travelocity, why oh why, do you not have any identifier in your iPhone app for the itinerary other than your Travelocity assigned itinerary?  What about the airline’s record locator?  How about the ticket number?  Odd.

The patient young lady looks us over, and then confirms that we are indeed business class, a pet peeve of mine for different reasons that I won’t bore you with now.  She asks us to see the ticket sales booth as they should be able to research it and print her the information she needs.  We oblige.  As we walk to the ticket counter we see some kiosks for self-service and this gives the Sherpa a great idea.  What if we just self-check in and print all of our boarding passes, and then just miss the first trip?  If we have checked in, and we have our onward boarding passes and we are already in Kuala Lumpur, maybe the system will think it’s all good.

“Sorry sir, these kiosks are only for domestic.  International economy check-in is at counter C.”  Strike two Malaysia Airlines.  But I say nothing, just smile and nod because I need all the friends I can get right now.  We pass some more helpful gents, that again try to push us to the international economy section, we decline (which I am sure confuses them) and then walk to the ticket sales counter.

The sweetest woman in the building takes our passports and finds our reservation in the system.  She doesn’t indicate whether or not there is an issue, and because I have had several communications with the MH team prior to the trip and I am positive there are remarks connected to the tickets.  She types a few more keys, then slides her hand expectantly over the printer waiting for the documents to follow.  Until we get our tickets in hand we are nervous wrecks.

She mumbles something in Malay and then types, again, followed by her hand over the printer.  My gaze zeroed in on the indicator lights on the top of the printer as if my life depended on it.  I was waiting for a flashing green light, suggesting that it was working on it, and to be patient.  Just solid green as if nothing was happening.  The seconds creeping by were exhausting.   I tried making small talk, “So did you just start your shift or are you about done” as if I have any insight at all into the scheduling --- why did I think this was a way to distract her, what an odd question and weird way to phrase it.

“I started 5AM.” “Oh, great” I say back because I hadn’t prepared a clever response or way to continue to diffuse the awkward wait.

She spoke to someone else, again in Malay, pointing to the screen then to the printer.  What would come out the other side, what was going on?  The tension was killing us!  This went on for 15 minutes.  In our minds, the sun had already come up and then set again.

Finally, in hand, was a very bland and simple copy of our itinerary which clearly showed how much we paid for our ticket, the last four of the credit card used, and excluded any remarks that may have existed.  We would go back to the counter with the information the agent needed, but we still had to decide on one of the previous four strategies (anchor).  She was occupied when we returned, then we went to the woman seated next to her, who was apparently ending her shift because she slid a ‘Closed’ sign in front of her desk and then started to collect her things.  We started looking around when an older man approached us and asked if we were flying business class today, we nodded and then he walked us over to his desk to help us check in.

One thing we learned a long time ago form many customs situations where we just want to pass through and get on with our day (our itineraries are seldom basic and usually look strange), was to smile a lot, be very interested in the person checking us in, and affable.

We made small talk as we loaded the bags onto the conveyer and handed him our itinerary with our passports.  Some highlights included:

Agent: “Are you traveling?” Sherpstress: “You can just leave me here if you want, I love Malaysia!” Roars of laughter.  Seriously, side splitting stuff.

Sherpa: <Pointing to the agent’s very old ID badge> “Looks like you got a haircut” Thunderous applause coming from all directions.

Sherpa: “Are you just starting your shift or ending it?” Agent: “Pardon?” Sherpa:  “Are you just starting for the day or are you about to go home?” Agent:  “I started at 5AM.” Sherpa:  “Oh, good, we have you at your best.” Seriously, what was I thinking?  Who says this stuff?

Then we come to the red herring that no one has discussed. Agent:  “Are you just coming in from Yangon, or...” trails off. Sherpa:  “We were heading there, and then back and then Frankfurt and then Montreal” I say making lots of hand gestures and kind of talking away with him. He still can’t quite make sense of it, and looks at his watch. Agent:  “Will you go spend the day in the city?” Sherpa/Sherpstress:  “Yeah/Maybe” we say talking over each other.

Then he puts his hand down to collect the tickets he printed.  There are only two, one each, Kuala Lumpur to Frankfurt, leaving at one minute to midnight (17 hours from then).  I flip mine over to see the bags are checked through to Montreal and he indicates that yes, they will go from here all the way through, but as we are connecting with a different airline in Frankfurt we must have our tickets printed at the transit desk there.  They are time stamped to right now, so at least we have a record of where we started our trip, what time, and that based on our bag tags we had a reasonable expectation that everything was just fine and missing our flight to Yangon, which we didn’t really discuss, would be no problem at all.

But it feels off.  By our ambiguity and his, we don’t really know if he has taken care of the missed flight, if he knows we intend to miss the first flight, and what the situation might be later in the day.  I feel as though we crossed one hurdle, but it didn’t seem like we had put enough distance between ourselves and our problem.

We didn’t.

We cleared exit immigration, made our way over to the separate building for departures and found the lounge.  We grabbed some breakfast and set our stuff down, it was a relief to get to the lounge because it felt safe there.  We know that the best in their airport typically works there.  They would be focused on making our trip a delight, providing good customer service, and if we hit a snag, they would have the know-how to handle it, and the gumption to do something about it.

Still very nervous, I contacted some fellow UPGRD bloggers for help.  At this point in the process there were really just two approaches left of our original four.  We could: •Do nothing and have a nice day in the airport. If the ticket cancels and I go to board the flight, I still have my boarding card and the luggage is loaded onto the plane, they will likely just correct the error and send me on my way. •Go to the experts at the front desk, and make sure we were actually good to go, that the first leg had dropped off, and we would have no problems throughout the day.

We were all mixed on our assessment.  After all, we had a legitimate reason for skipping the first flight. I was already in KL as were our bags, but we all knew that once the first leg is missed it WILL cancel and it would be a huge problem to deal with it.

We decided to put our carry-ons in a locker, and venture into the airport which was a spectacle in and of itself.  We decided to find a reason for them to look at our itinerary and then see what came of it.  If they needed a full recount of the details of the day, we would provide it, if they didn’t then that was fine by us too.  Either way we refused to spend all day worried that our tickets were cancelled or that we would be stuck in Malaysia, even if it was in this swanky lounge.

Sherpa: “Good morning, I just have two questions for you.” Roslan (agent at the reception desk of the lounge):  “I’m sorry sir, you only get one!”  He makes a crack, everyone laughs, the mood is light.

This is my guy.

I ask him to apply our Delta numbers to our reservation please, he does so and hands our tickets back to us.

Sherpa: “And could you just tell me if us dropping the Yangon leg was a problem?” He wrinkles his face a little. Roslan:  “Sir, I told you, only one question.” Sherpa:  “I’m using hers.” I motion to the Sherpstress.

He takes my ticket back, and says that everything looks fine, we don’t have any problems.  Not jokingly (but seeming affable) I mention that I am holding him responsible if anything goes wrong.  We all laugh, and we get out of the lounge and grab a much needed Starbucks.  We make calls back home to our folks to let them know what’s going on and whether intentional or not seek and find comfort in only the way a parent can provide.  Once we exhausted every shop we could find, and went through the jungle (see photo below), we headed back to the lounge for lunch and as I watched the clock tick by, and tracked our missed first flight’s departure.  I had to approach the issue and see if the missed flight had now cancelled our entire journey home.  So I did what any brave travel expert would do, I sent the Sherpstress to do my bidding.

She got up without question, and went to ensure our tickets had not cancelled by asking a nominal question and confirming our itinerary was still active.  Ten minutes passed by, she had not returned.  I feared the worst, and as I approached the counter, the Sherpstress was returning to me shaking her head “No”.

Roslan looked very concerned when I got to the desk.

“Your ticket has been deleted from the system and I am not sure why.  I am working on it” He carried on speaking to someone over the phone in Malay and as I waited, I caught words like “Oh, oh, ow-toe (auto)”, “Cansole (cancel)”.  He put his hand over the receiver and said, “Don’t worry, sir.  I take care of it and bring it to you.”

So I went back and waited.  It was no less than 20 minutes before Roslan reappeared smiling, boarding passes and passports in hand.  We thanked him and we started to breathe easy finally, it was 2PM - 11 hours after we woke up, and our 8th hour in the airport so far for the day.  Highly appreciative, I ran out to get a gift card from Starbucks for my new friend Roslan, nothing crazy, but enough to show him that we were grateful not being stuck in Asia with no way home.

I continued to eat just about everything in the lounge, until 4:05PM when... uh oh, Roslan runs to us sweating and upset.

Roslan:  “It cancelled out again.  I don’t- give me your whole trip details.” Sherpa:  “You mean today, or...” Roslan:  “Give me everything”

Roslan writes on the back of one of our boarding passes the itinerary as I speak it.  He repeats back the names of the cities as I provide airport codes.

PIT-JFK-NRT-HND-HKG-DPS-KUL-RGN-KUL-FRA-YUL

We clarified that we skipped the RGN portion for which he took no issue.  He went back to his desk with our passports and went to work.  This is (for clarification purposes) the second time that this particular ticket has cancelled, and the third travel failure of the day.

While he was working to save our trip, I make another unpleasant discovery.

But before I get into that I thought I should mention that editing on my book, Travel Like a Pro: Carry-on Edition is nearly completed.  It will have tips and tricks that I use to get around the world inexpensively, and of course Travel Like a Pro.

Because I am a self-appointed Travel Pro, I thought I would take a peek at our connecting flight details in Montreal, Canada.  The plan was to arrive at 3:45PM from Frankfurt, connect to the US (clear customs in Montreal with a special US Customs office) and then continue home to Pittsburgh the same very long day as our flight from Frankfurt.

This Travel Pro booked the wrong day.  I had been shopping so many options because I could not get over how expensive the one-way fare was from Montreal, a short 900 miles from Pittsburgh.  It was $250-275 one-way pretty consistently, ($400 on a return flight, more on that later), and it was hard for me to stomach paying that much for a short distance when the rest of our trip was so cheap.  Sure, it was a mistake fare, but I routinely see trans-continental flights (6,000 miles) from NYC-SFO/LAX for $150-200 roundtrip.  It seemed crazy to pay that much to get home.  To lower the costs I started looking at secondary dates, for example, would it be cheaper for us to stay the night in Montreal and fly out the next day, and at some point, I confused the “next day” with the “same day” so though we would arrive Montreal on the 21st of January, our “connecting” flights were booked for the 22nd.

We had no hotel reservations and had I not looked (this is where the pro part comes back into play) to confirm my flights, we would have had quite a mess when we landed in Montreal, going through the wrong customs lane, expensive hotel, no plans, etc.

To deal with this new and awesome problem, I called US Airways with whom we had booked.  I asked the agent to pull up the reservation and she did, I asked her to confirm the dates and flight times, which matched my fears.  I then asked for how much it would be to change the reservation by a day ($600 for the two of us).  That was a dead-end.  Then I started to look for ways around the fee, what about for US Airways credit card holders?  One-time courtesy?  Nope.  Star Silver with another airline - of course not!  Then I asked about the connection time, just 45 minutes in DC.  I asked if that would be enough time to clear customs.  She said no and put me on hold, coming from anywhere else, I would have my free change, but when she came back she informed me that the US Customs and Immigration have a special setup in Montreal and I would actually clear in Canada making my arrival into the US a domestic one.

Here is a pro tip from someone who made a rookie mistake: Suck it up and move forward.

The reality is that sometimes these things happen, no matter how well travelled you may be, this sort of thing just takes place, so don’t whine about it, or fret, just make a hotel reservation and embrace it.  So that’s what we did, the Hyatt Regency Montreal to continue enjoying our Diamond status.

Really annoyed with myself, I started to dig into some Trip Sherpa work when I noticed that it had been 45 minutes since Roslan (who already stayed late for us to check our ticket one last time) had come over to us sweating, nervous and pretty much freaking out.  This caused a little alarm for me, as he was usually able to resolve it quickly.  I went to the desk to investigate.

Roslan:  “It ow-toe cansal aggen” Me:  “Is it going to be okay?  Am I stuck in the lounge?”  trying to make the situation lighter. Roslan:  “No, but I am very nervous.  I have made it right aggen, but I will check before 10p.m. when I leave the other lounge.” Me:  “Okay, but you think we are good again, all the way to Montreal?” Roslan:  “Yes but I’m very nervous about this.”

I took the passports and boarding cards and never really calmed my nerves over the next few hours.  It would be another seven hours until we boarded and being on edge and having as many mistakes and close calls as we have have left us exhausted, shaky and unnerved.

I would help myself to the Noodle Bar (the best part of the lounge in my opinion), a Haagen-Das here and there (I was still on vacation) but mostly charged our devices and prepared ourselves with plenty of downloaded TV shows for the Frankfurt-Montreal flight which would regrettably be eight hours in coach, something we had not done in quite some time and really never wanted to again.  Don’t get the Sherpa wrong.  I know how it sounds - snobby and entitled, but this doesn’t apply to all coach seats.  I would never pay (upfront, maybe a discounted last second upgrade) for domestic first class ticket, and I would never redeem miles for the same.  If it’s less than five hours, I really don’t see the point with few exceptions (red-eye west coast to east coast with a meeting the next day).  Knowing full-well when I booked the ticket that I had booked the last leg economy, I would still ride in the back for 8 hours if it meant a $250 trip to Asia in business every other leg, and I would be happy to do so.  In fact, at this point in the journey we would simply be happy if we had tickets at all when we arrived in Frankfurt.

The time finally came and we had never been happier to leave a lounge in our lives.  We had been there 17 hours, and awake a total of 20 and a half.  We were tired, and just wanted to sleep.

We got down to the gate and passed our tickets across for scanning, this would be the point of concern, if they cancelled again, we would find out now, but all of our friends that had helped us along the way had gone home for the night.  We know they wouldn’t hold the flight for us to sort out our ticket yet again that day.  The light went green, the display said, “Boarded” and our tickets were given back to us!  Now we knew that at least a portion of our flight was repaired (hopefully the whole itinerary) and this also meant in business terms that they started the contract with us.  Once we start the contract, we have a reasonable expectation to finish it and we felt this would be strong enough to get us home.

While in the lounge, I also used another pro-tip: Think ahead, plan against failure.

I was fully trusting that Roslan had corrected the situation, each time he returned to me, but in case it wasn’t I wanted to hedge my bets and get home.  I priced out some one-way tickets, and they were pretty expensive, though of course this was with nearly no notice (20 hours).  The cheapest I found wanted $1500 each which is ridiculous.  But from living in Europe, I know that sometimes one-ways are much more expensive than return tickets.

I ran some dates starting with a departure from Frankfurt, skipping Montreal all together (we would recoup our $120 for a hotel if we cancelled and could apply that to our unexpected ticket cost) and going straight to Pittsburgh.  I picked a low travel season return date, and if we couldn’t make the trip we could just throw it away and still save the money over the one-way.  A random Tuesday in the middle of March came back as $680/RT each which was substantially cheaper than booking a one-way and much more tolerable than $3000 dropped on a ticket we had already purchased.  From there we extended out the dates, and I chose an airline (American) with whom I was sure I could place on hold free of charge and purchase at the airport on arrival if we found ourselves ticketless and stuck in Europe.  This was much more palpable than the situation we expected that morning when we first discovered that we would not make our Yangon flight.  In fact, the return tickets to Europe (some 8,000 miles in total) were cheaper than one-ways to Yangon the morning of departure from a connecting airline, so our decision not to buy those and go find a plan B was still better off.

Our backup flights on hold were good until 09:30 (an hour prior to their departure) and we could purchase them over the phone or at the counter until then.  We were scheduled to land at 06:45 that morning and connect to our afternoon departure at 13:30.  When we landed we would see the transfer desk and agreed that if we did not have tickets by 08:30 for our afternoon flight, we would give up on those broken tickets and fly home with American and be done with it.

We took our seats in 2J/2K, second row business class, right side of the plane.  I will review the flight later in another post.  Let’s just fast forward and assume there was food, sleeping and a mostly uneventful 13 hour flight from Kuala Lumpur to Frankfurt airspace.

We had hit some serious headwinds coming in (95KM) and though the Sherpstress and I were laughing at our British friends, who were outside playing in the snow which amounted to a “dusting” (less than one inch) - we weren’t laughing now.

Captain:  “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls” (it sounded like Disneyland and he came across in a Malaysian radio voice.  “We are currently circling the Frankfurt airport waiting for a landing slot due to some bad weather.  We should be on the ground in about 45 minutes.”

This would put us about 20 minutes behind, but not going to change our plan really.  Then we heard from the captain in about 40 minutes.

Captain:  “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, due to some weather situation in Frankfurt, we are going to land in Munich and refuel, we should take-off from there for Frankfurt in about an hour and have you on your way.  Sorry for this inconvenience which is completely out of our control.”

Now we are cutting it a shade close, only because our backup plan cut-off time would be really close.  We knew we had until 9:30 to buy the tickets, but without German SIM cards, we would have been relying on airport lounge wifi which we may or may not have been able to reach.  Or we could stand in line at the American Airlines desk, but what if we had to exit for ticketing as you do in most airports?

The snow on our window was beginning to pile-up when I started to utilize yet another pro-tip:  If there’s nothing you can do, just relax.  I finished reading a book, got a good start another, had a cup of coffee.  Had another cup of coffee.  The Sherpstress slept a little bit.  Then this:

Captain:  “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, we should be able to pushback and take-off in the next 30 minutes, but if not, we will need to terminate our service here in Munich and make other arrangements.  Do not worry about anything.  We will update you again shortly.”

My initial reaction was that Malaysia Airlines would now ensure we had passage onto our next destination and that perhaps our cancellation woes would be muted by the line of travellers also stranded behind us. It might expedite a ticket in the case that we were to miss our next flight and save us from having a confusing explanation.

It wasn't 30 minutes, it was 40.  Then the ground staff that had come on and off the aircraft to exchange paperwork were asked to exit as we were ready for departure.  We were elated.  It was 11:20AM but with a short 30 minute flight over to Frankfurt we might just make the connection we needed to get home after being inside the same airplane for an exhausting 18 hours at this point (13 in the air, 5 on the ground in Munich).

We made our way to the runway, still covered in snow, and passed a massive truck with a large extended cherry-picker. Without warning, orange goo was sprayed on top of the plane and started oozing down our windows.  This prompted another interesting English announcement from our captain.

"Ladies and gentelemen, boys and girls, you will notice outside your window... some sort of... chemical sliding down the windows.  Do not be alarmed, this is for to melt the snow and ice off the plane before take-off.  It should only set our take-off back 20-40 minutes."

<Collective groan>

And he was right, by the time we took off it was 10 minutes to noon, the short 30 minute flight to Frankfurt was as advertised and we arrived at the gate and deplaned exactly at 12:30, just one hour to make our connecting flight.

The Sherpstress and I fled the plane, quickly making our way to the end of the jetbridge looking frantically for the Malaysian Airlines reps who were promised to be there waiting for us with our onward connections or re-routing instructions. They were not there.  No one was there, other than other travelers waiting to use the gate or rushing past us.  A German man who looked the part casually walked up to the gate with some stapled papers which generally indicate boarding gates.

"Vich flight ist you connecting to?" he asked as he could tell we were looking for some help.

"Montreal, on Air Can-" I started

"B3" - and he flipped back through the list.

"Can we make it?  We have only an hour, our bags?"

"B3" he ended the conversation.

We took our cue and followed the signs for the B gates.  At the end of the corridor was a train that would take us to the B gates, and we headed there.  When we got there we were told by an airport employee passing by that the train was closed and we needed to take a bus, found between some gates we just passed.

For my readers that don't transit internationally, when connecting planes in a foreign country, just like connecting planes in the US you don't have to go back through security and in this case customs.  In fact, if you do, in most cases this means something went wrong and you typically would like to avoid having to go through exit customs and immigration (without a valid reason for being "in" the country) and then immediately through departure immigration and customs as is the case in Germany.  It's an added delay when our time was already short and something we could ill-afford.

We approach the gates where we are to find the bus taking us from our arriving terminal (C) to terminal B, and of course there is a security checkpoint.  We are timid, we make sure to ask if the bus is on the other side as security staff is waving us and nodding yes but not really elaying our concerns.

We empty everything at security.  My bag has to go back through.  The time is now 12:43PM, boarding will have commenced, we still do not have physical tickets, we do not know if we will go home today.  The security agent working my bag pulls out our newly acquired amenity kits (see future post) and removes two bottles of mouthwash and explains we are not allowed liquids.  We tried to explain several times that it was from the previous flight and that we understand.  She would not let us leave them.  We tried to discard them, she returned them to me. By this time the Sherpstress was already at the door of the stairs down to where the buses pickup and drop-off when finally I just found a way to put the mouthwash back in our bags and joined her.

"10 minutes" some guy sitting off to the side of the doors said and shook his finger at us.  Who is this guy?  How does he know where we are going and does he even work here?  Doesn't he need a badge or something?

"Is this the bus to terminal B?" We asked the random guy who may or may not even work at the airport.

"10 minutes"

I burn a hole through this guy with my eyes, and then incinerate my watch for the next 7 minutes.  Finally a burly 6ft 300 lb German woman approached the door.  She got the same spiel but now "3 minutes" but she was having none of this, she pushed past him and he decided it was time to go now.  He took us down stairs to the buses, we boarded and drove around the terminals until we arrived at terminal B.  It was just after 1PM.  International flights usually close about 20 minutes prior to departure, we were working with mere minutes.

We frantically run around like idiot Americans for a little while and then calm down.  We have a look around and find where our gate is, we find a map, we make a quick effort down the hall to the gate.  It's packed.

This is not good for two reasons, 1) It means they have started boarding or there is a cancellation, 2) We are going to be last in line to speak with an agent who can print our tickets or get us on the flight at all.

We wait patiently at the end of a 10 person queue and take in the surroundings fully.  Passengers are skipping the line to run up and ask questions that are clearly annoying the agents.  We keep smiling, keep a pleasant attitude and make eye contact with our agent, Anita who was getting a little fed up with the incessant impatient customers cutting in line to ask yet another benign question in an entitled kind of way.

But the worse it gets for her, the better it gets for us.  We are the calm collected customers, we are the sunshine in an otherwise bleak period of the day.

We get the the front of the line and indicate that we do not yet have our tickets printed and she asks us for our boarding passes from the previous flight and our passports.  We made some light chit chat, tried to keep her smiling and just to be pleasant as opposed to the nightmare that was going on around us. We hand them across she starts typing on the computer and then prints our tickets.

Side note:  When I booked this trip in a middle of the night frenzy, I was unable to replicate the routings in international first class which is a noticable difference from business class.  The most popular routing was this one with Swiss Airlines, exposed by Gary Leff and then also by hundreds of others.  When I went to search just before the error was closed down, the only route that was left was RGN-KUL-FRA on Malaysia Airlines Business and Air Canada in coach FRA-YUL (Montreal).  I booked it, even though we try to avoid coach because it was a tremendous deal and I also kind of assumed since the rest of the ticket was in business (J) class, that the coach leg would have been in coach (Y) class - the full fare and free upgrade if available seats.  I was shocked when I found it was not Y, even more so when the Air Canada agent stated it was in W class.  I looked it up on the Air Canada Prestige website and it showed that there was not an option to even use upgrade certificates in my account.  I called to follow-up, it was confirmed that there was no possible way to upgrade my seat from W without buying a business class upgrade.

Before she slid the tickets across they were sitting there on the desk while she sorted out our bags.  I noticed the fare class on the boarding cards, Y.  I grabbed my wallet and produced my Air Canada Prestige card and asked if it was possible to upgrade today.

"I'm not sure if you will be able to if you are just Prestige, let me see."  She types and clacks the keyboard. "Did you select upgrades as your reward benefit?"

I don't remember for certain but I can't imagine what I would possibly choose instead. "Yes"

"And is she your designated companion?"

"I can't imagine who else would be." I reply back.  I learned later that I had not designated anyone at all.

More clacks on the keyboard.  Printing.  "There you go sir" She hands them across with J business class on the bottom.

We boarded, settled into our fully lie-flat seats and got comfortable.  Finally we were heading back to North America, we knew we would get there and if we had to we could hitchhike from there.    What a fortunate turn of events on a very long journey home.

Lessons from this journey include (but are not limited to):

1) Checking over your travel details before making a purchase to make sure you have it right every time.

2) If there is an easy option to get a visa when transiting a country with a discount carrier, do it.

3) Be NICE - the airport is filled with surly people who have been groped at security, shuttled around terminals, over-charged for cheeseburgers, and shoved into a tiny coach seat for more money than they would like.  Being polite, friendly, and understanding that the person working in front of you has had a long day already and you can make it better or worse for them by just being nice will go a long way.  Without Roslan in KL, or Anita in Frankfurt, we would stuck somewhere on the other side of the world.

Upcoming Posts...

Keeping with my theme of the UN-Trip report you can expect to read about a secret restaurant in Hong Kong, a treasure map in Tokyo, Making a Difference in Bali, and more experiences from our trip around the world.

I will also post a brief trip report for the flights I have already discussed so that you can see how lucky we were to get back to North America.

-Sherpa

Posted on February 12, 2013 and filed under Uncategorized.

The Trip Sherpa joins UPGRD.com

Well Sherpa readers, it is a very proud day for me.

First though, I should explain why you have not heard from me in some time.

The post that started the Trip Sherpa was the planning of our epic departure from SE Asia and repatriation back to the US.  It finally came time to take that trip which left very little time for writing along the way.  Though the Sherpa and Sherpstress are back in these fine 50 states, it is still a very busy time for us.  Upon our return, not only have we been sorting through stuff we have left here in Omaha, but are preparing for a move east, trying to make time for friends, family and generally get our lives in order.

We also lost my grandmother while we were back, a woman who outlasted a pacemaker for over 30 years, 4 cornea transplants, a broken hip, lost an eye, scoliosis, and finally cancer.  She died 10 days before her 94th birthday, and a video will follow soon.

Needless to say we have been busy.

But then the reason for this post friends.  The Trip Sherpa is excited to announce that the website will be transitioning to join UPGRD.com.  Admittedly, I have been a long follower of UPGRD.com and it's a proud day to join the site as a contributing writer.  I have also been holding some content back while I wait for the transition so here is some of what you can look forward to reading in the next few weeks:

- A trip to Hong Kong (three hotel reviews in BKK and HKG)

- A couple of BKK hotel reviews as part of Club Carlson's 50k bonus offers

- Flight reviews from Air Asia, Scoot (economy), great for those of you who have booked Myanmar tickets

- Flight reviews of Cathay Pacific and Korean in business

- Lounges in SYD, HKG, BKK, and ICN

- Bereavement fares

- Special articles and interviews for MillionMileSecrets and Medical Solutions

- And lots more...

 

So let's celebrate today folks, the Sherpa is now with UPGRD, and the Sherpa is back!

-Sherpa

Posted on October 10, 2012 and filed under Uncategorized.

Guest Post - TravellingMcDs visits Turkey

McTurco

Friends, Family, Fans of The Trip Sherpa, today we have a guest post.  A fellow blogger in Singapore travels like we do and has been writing about it.  For those of you who have traveled abroad, you will have noticed the crazy menu items on the virtual US embassy which is... McDonald's.  Sir J Man has offered the following prose, but be sure to check out his blog: www.travellingmcds.com

I was introduced to The Trip Sherpa through a mutual friend.  Though I am only 24, and only recently graduated with my MA, I still have had the opportunity to visit over 65 countries, completely indecently using tips just as The Trip Sherpa describes here on this blog. On a recent trip from Singapore-London, Emirates were the cheapest available airline, but in order to keep my Star Alliance Gold status and its benefits, I picked the slightly more expensive Turkish Airlines routing through Istanbul.  This allowed me an opportunity to visit Turkey for the first time (though I did spend 3 weeks in the Syrian mountains that border Turkey in summer 2007, but I never crossed the border). Now I’m sure many of you are wondering why I am writing on this blog.  Well, one of the things I enjoy doing when visiting a new country is visit a branch of McDonald’s and see what local, or promotional items they have available.  I’ve been doing this since 2006, and have started my own blog (www.travellingmcds.com) in October of last year. Before any trip, I search out the local McDonalds website (in this case it being www.mcdonalds.com.tr) to see what I might be able to try, if they have any promotions, coupons or anything else I can learn.  Some websites are great like Japan (www.mcdonalds.co.jp) where they put all their promotional items, a menu, coupons and many more things. Some are pretty basic, like Singapore, they don’t even have a full menu available on their website (www.mcdonalds.com.sg). This time, the Turkish website didn’t leave me with many ideas about what I was going to try. They were promoting things like the Chicken Deluxe, the Double KöfteBurger (beef), and the ‘Chicken Pops’ (AKA Chicken McBites).  As nothing stood out, I decided I would just decide what to have when I arrived.

After flying into IST from CPH, I quickly hit up the Turkish Airlines lounge (which is pretty great), had a shower and a couple cups of Turkish coffee, and headed out into the city to go exploring for the next 20 hours.  I had spent most of the morning exploring the old city and though I had walked past the Sultanahmet branch of McDonalds (which was the only one I saw in the Old City) a couple of times, I decided to go in slightly after the lunch rush.  As is normally the case, I saw a few items being promoted that weren’t on the website: a Kiwi Smoothie, and a ‘Browni Intense’ McFlurry.  I even debated trying one of the ‘Böğürtlen’ McFlurries as even the cashier couldn’t tell me what it was, Google Translate later told me it’s just Blackberry (which I’ve had previously in China).  Though promotional items, I passed  on these dessert items because I just had a special McFlurry in Denmark the evening before.

What I did end up deciding on was the ‘McTurko Chicken’, being similar to a kebab, it was the most unique thing on the menu.  The reason why I was hesitant to choose this was because it was similar to the ‘Chicken Foldover’ which I had in Malaysia back in 2005 (and which I have since learned is a Ramadan promo item) and Lebanon in 2007.  Everything in Istanbul was slightly more expensive than I expected it to be, and at 10.30TRY (~$5.70USD) for the combo, which I thought was a little pricey. It was packaged in its own unique tearable box.  You tear off the top half, and use the bottom to hold it.  Inside the tearable box, the sandwich was wrapped with another piece of wax paper, which made the bottom difficult to eat, and I ended up just using my fingers for the last 2 bites.

The restaurant had a nice mix of tourists and locals, and though the interior seating area was pretty full with locals there was a quiet outdoor seating area that was only accessible for McDonald’s customers. Though the branch was on a busy street, this seating area was behind the building, shielding it from the noise. The trees and sunshine gave it a nice atmosphere that I haven’t had at other branches.  In Turkey, you had the option of having Beef or Chicken, and I chose chicken because I had beef in Malaysia and Lebanon, though when I found out that it was breaded and fried chicken, I regretted not choosing beef.  I think the McTurko would have worked a lot better with grilled Chicken, McDonald’s in Turkey does offer a Grilled Chicken Burger, and it’s even served on a whole wheat bun, so it must be cost cutting reasons why they do not offer it in the wrap.  When I ordered, I assumed it would had a thin bread (similar to Pita), which was the case in Malaysia and Lebanon.  But the bread was thick, soft, and hearty, that you needed to have a lot of filling inside or else all you would taste would be bread, and it did not disappoint.  Not only did it have two full size chicken patties, but it also had a decent filling of large tomato pieces and copious amount of lettuce.  Readers of my blog know that I don’t like it when my sandwich has too much sauce on it, but this had just the right amount of the tangy, slightly garlicky (similar to Tzatziki) sauce.

All in, the only disappointment I had with it was that it was lukewarm, if the bread would have been served piping hot, it would have been great.  Another point was that the website states a Chicken Turko, with medium fries, and Coke Zero, would be only 820kcal.  If the fries make up ~350kcal, (and naturally, Coke Zero having 0) that leaves ~470kcal for the sandwich, which I find hard to believe with the sheer amount of bread and the two fried chicken patties in the sandwich ,I think it would be closer to ~600kcal.

Rating – 4/5

- Sir J Man

Thanks again to Sir J Man for contributing to The Trip Sherpa, come back any time you like... or better, see you next week when the Sherpa and Sherpstress start our epic trip home.

Posted on August 30, 2012 and filed under Uncategorized.

A Great Price on Myanmar-Canada Fares and Why You Should Consider It

Here's the deal for those who want to race over and book right away.  Hat tip to Hack My Trip. $369-410USD one-way (some roundtrips have been reported successfully) from RGN (Yangon, Myanmar) to YVR (Vancouver) in business class!

Here is a screen shot showing you the disparity in pricing to show you how good this deal really is.

 

 

That's usually $6500USD worth of airfare that you could slide away with for only $815 (depending on who's rate you trust).

But Sherpa... What good is a one-way from Burma to Vancouver?  I don't live in Vancouver, and I don't have a ticket TO Myanmar.  First of all, as Mr. Leff kindly pointed out a few days ago, you could just step off the plane in LAX, SFO, or PDX (all choices) and then book a cheap one way home from there (we recently did that and got a one-way from LAX for $113).

Further, you could always book an award one-way ticket to Asia 2 for 32,500 miles on American (Bangkok would be a logical choice) and then jump on a cheap Air Asia flight over to RGN.  That essentially buys you a holiday in Thailand (or anywhere in Southeast Asia) for 32,500 points and $400, remembering that you are flying back in business class on the way home and you would be EARNING miles back while you do it.

As stated before.  Full disclosure, the Sherpa wanted to do this one.  In fact the Sherpa is still lobbying for this one, but the Sherpstress is right... it's an unnecessary trip that we can't justify right now.  I hate it when she's right (which happens often).  But if she changed her mind... I'd be quite grateful.

How about now Sherpstress?  Can we go now?

One more note, under US law these prices would be guaranteed and honored since they are showing this as the final price throughout (unlike the United 4 mile debacle that I promised I would not post about again).  However, this must be booked through a foreign website, it's just how this particular pricing shows up, so the site I used to obtain it (Expedia Australia) would have jurisdiction down under.  Whether Australia will force airlines to honor - that I am unsure about.

Still Sherpstress, come on...

Posted on August 17, 2012 and filed under DEALS!, Examples.