2 boarding passes and a pint of beer

NEVER have I EVER been so glad to be given 2 boarding passes and find a pint of lager. Both took quite a lot of achieving. After booking another ticket this morning, this time transiting through China (I have fallen out with Australia and it’s over enthusiastic bureaucracy) I spent the day worrying what I might have overlooked. Check in time arrived and I kid you not, I was at the desk for half an hour while phone calls were made to New Zealand, visas and tickets to America were noted, checked and phoned through. Thought I was going to be sick I was so nervous that I didn’t have everything in order. Then I was made to repack my rucksack so everything was inside and not in pockets? ....always a fun activity in front of an already frustrated queue.
Eventually someone phoned back and passes were printed and then it was through security where I felt sure there must be somewhere to buy a celebratory beer, despite it being an Islamic state. No hint of an ale house or people having fun was to be found. It soon became apparent I had to take an air train to get to my gate and at the end of that journey I found beer, the obligatory slightly drunk Australian and his French boss to chat to and just enough ringgits to pay for a ridiculously priced pint of Heineken. Not there yet but it’s looking hopeful and I am now going to get on that plane with a lot of Chinese people and their particular penchant for travelling in large groups.
Hopefully the next photo will be from the Southern Hemisphere which is a first for me.