We got to the airport a good two hours early, being the obedient travelers we are. It was about 7 in the morning, and we had a short flight to look forward to. We weren't expecting food on our flight, even though we ended up getting that too. We're too used to American flights.
Dunkin Donuts wasn't open yet, nor was Subway. Our choices were Burger King, or Burger King. Burgers for breakfast are overrated, by the way.
While we were heading to the terminal, a big, young American-looking guy caught up with us. "Do you speak English?" he asked us. If we had heard his second question first, I would have considered saying no.
"How the #%#@^$%^@ do I use a payphone here?" Hello to you, too.
He explained he was in the marines and he had to call people, etc. We said we didn't have much experience with payphones, but his best bet would be to get a calling card. He didn't like our advice, and gave us a hard time for living here and not knowing anything that was important. To him, anyway.
We moved on. We made our flight, and asked the flight attendant for an arrival card. Unfortunately, the name of the place our visa was issued was in Chinese. We called her again and got her to graciously copy the character for us. That was a first.
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