Lentor

I arrived at the airport and I went into crazy panic mode because I didn't know where my friend was and the wi-fi wasn't working and my cellular outgoing calls were turned off. I could only text, but I knew how long one text would take to send. I tried to calm down, so I changed money and attempted to used a payphone, which I'm apparently not very good at because it ate ten dollars, but I was still unable to get through to my friend. I didn't know what to do, so I wandered around and finally found the information desk and asked the lady if she could call my friend for me. As with all protocol procedures they're not supposed to be useful in times of need, so of course she said no. I went back to the waiting area near the payphones and sat in dismay until I jumped up and FOUR LETTER WORD. I had no idea where my suitcase went. I backtracked to all of the places I had previously visited and arrived back at the information desk and tried to ask them if they'd seen my suitcase. The employees had changed shifts and the new ones weren't particularly competent in the English language. Our conversation went down like a charades game between drunken idiots where I was repeatedly drawing a large square and pretending to drag it around. I kept saying 'red' in their native language, but they probably just thought I liked the color. -_- I gave up, said thanks, and continued my circling around the airport until I finally saw a lonely red suitcase. Reunited at last. I figured no one would want to steal my underwear anyways.

Things started going right after I found my luggage. I got the payphone to work, used a hot coffee vending machine, and my friend came to save me from my misery. Speaking of vending machines... No, that's a whole other story.

50% of my time was probably spent on this lovely mode of transportation.