tell me about it

Here I am for the first time at the Budget Terminal.  I could go into a whole long rant about Names and how some names are inexplicably redundant and just plain stupid but that would be a waste of time because there’s nothing I can do about it except, really, rant about how some names are inexplicably redundant and just plain stupid, like The Budget Terminal, I mean couldn’t you have picked a more imaginative and creative name that isn’t reminiscent of calling a store The $1.99 Shop - oh wait, someone DID name their shop that, well there’s a reason why it’s closed down now and oh, I’m ranting after all.  I’ll stop now before my English teachers get fits over my run-on sentences.

This place reminds me of a very ulu shopping center.  It’s quiet and empty and it’s got a handful of shops surrounding a central bank of food stalls like O’Brien’s and Killiney Kopitiam.  But it serves its purpose and for the price of a $115 return ticket to Bangkok, I’m not complaining.

The most interesting thing about the Budget Terminal is the passport gantry.  It’s all self-automated now, and you slide your passport into the slot, wait for it to register then cross one gate.  You’re then trapped between two gates as you roll the pad of your thumb over a glass sensor.  The machine verifies your thumbprint and you’re through.

Right, I’m off to visit the Budget Toilets.  Keep praying for me and I’ll update from BKK.  No more shopping requests!  I feel like I’m shopping more for other people than for myself already.  Hurhur.

Thanks to my beloved cousin who lent me his camera, and to Kang who almost did.