“We didn’t know the language nor had any idea about airports. WE WERE TOTALLY LOST 😥😥😥”
It was a fine morning in the year 2000, i was lying on the shoulder of my mom , she was carrying me and busily walking around the trivandrum international airport (kerela, india) and it was the very day we migrated to salalah, oman. The main point here is its just me mom and my brother who was travelling and it was the first flight experience for 3 of us!!!!.
The idea of moving to a foriegn country was of least interest to me and i was terrible home sick and wasn’t happy with the idea of going away from my grandma, for that 3 year old, migrating means going away forever and never coming back…..
It was the first time we were moving out of india, we had no idea about how a foreign country looked liked and moreover we didnt had any idea about formalities and procedures inside the airport. Mobile phones was not common during that time so we didn’t had one too but my clever dadhad written all the instructions about what all procedures we have to do during emmigration in his last letter! Mom followed his instructions and took the boarding pass and we went to the entrance to bid goodbye to our grandparents , tears started to roll down my eyes but i controlled myself because i don’t want anyone to know that i am weeping.😅
We moved from long queues to long queues to finish the formalities , somehow we finished the procedures and reached the waiting lobby .
The next struggle was the hunger call, there was many cafes which sold food but then only we understood that we made a big mistake , we converted all our indian rupees into omani riyal and we were left with no indian currency for buying food!!!😶 And then came the major problem , i wanna pee!!!🥴 We went out in search for toilet and we didn’t know that our plane had already arrived and people got seated and we was the only missing passengers!!!, the flight attended send a guy to search for us , he walked around the airport calling our names and we unaware of all this went through the other way in search of toilet !!🙆♀️🤦♀️
After half and hour of hide and seek , we met the guy and he guided us to the plane.😅😅😅
The first flight experience was awesome, the sight of huge sea of clouds is still in my eyes , we reached muscat international airport and again the procedures and formalities repeated but this time it was more difficult because the officials knew only arab or english and thier english was having high arab slang so it was much harder to understand!!!😬😬😬
After half hour we hopped on to our next flight it was also a exiting experience and atlast we reached our final destination ‘SALALAH ‘, with a wide smile my dad welcomed us in the entrance of salalah domestic airport.
And hence my life in salalah kick started witha big potfull of biriyani, stay tuned for salalah travel memories, and that was the start of my flight journey which ended me up in travelling in lots of variety flights but my first experience in OMAN AIR was the best!😁
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