Когда самолёт подъехал к стоянке, стало понятно, что...

When the plane approached the parking lot, it became clear that there would be no telescope and that a slow bus was waiting for me to the airport building. There was an hour and 5 minutes left before the departure, when the doors were opened, but there was still hope. I was encouraged by almost the entire crew of the aircraft ???? and they sent me out with the first class. And the first class (and, therefore, me ????) at the exit was waiting for a small VIP-bus, which had left earlier and drove very fast.
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Further, wherever I needed to move my legs, I only ran as fast as possible. The guides instructed me in advance which way to go in order to take a taxi or catch a bus between the terminals, and, gasping for breath, I rushed off somewhere in the hope of catching time. Some bus seemed to be somewhere in the distance of the driveway, and a taxi driver came to me. Of course, according to the law of the genre, I had only $ 3 in my pocket, and he asked for 2 times more. The bus was in no hurry, and I showed the driver a wallet. "Is that all there is - like or not like?" - "Ohhhh. Let's go!"
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After 3 minutes, I was already running to the counter in the new terminal, whose number I managed to see on the airport website before departure. I was lucky, and registration was closed not in an hour, but in 45 minutes. I had 7 more minutes!
- "And you have not passed 30 days since your last departure, we cannot let you on a flight without a visa."
Ahhhh, what, where, why, 30 days, visa - brain, work-work ???? In general, I forgot about this stupid rule for a break between visa-free entries :( so-so-so ... I spent a month in China, dumb, I did everything wrong and ... flew out on the last day! So I have exactly 30 days!
- "Count it!" - "Well, I don’t know, I need to ask my boss" - "Faster, please, after 5 minutes you should close the registration actually!"
The boss opened the calendar, counted the days with a finger ... - "Okey, everything is fine. There are 30 days."
- "You have 15 minutes before boarding the plane."
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Checking things took 10 minutes ???? inspected not only me, but also my socks ???? for the first time in such detail.
I run to the passport control. I am sent to a new line and I am the first, but they do not let me in. Like people from the first line. To the only working post are 5 people who managed to get through.
- "Wait."
- "What? What? .."
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I look at the clock - 3 a.m. Ahhhh! Nooo. This is the shift change at the border guards! ????
Few people know, but before the changeover, which happens almost everywhere in the world at 3-4 in the morning, the date of the previous day is on the seals. And after the changeover - already a new date. And the new date is ... Expired visa! ????
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I call the security guard - "I have a boarding flight after 5 minutes. I can’t wait ????"
And then another miracle happens - he drags me with him, pushes some grandmother with a baby in her arms from the counter with the border guard (oops ????) and asks me to check, because I'm late.
"You do not have an exit card." - "What is it again?! ????"
- "You should have filled it in advance ... with Okeyei, here’s the form. Names, surnames, signatures are enough. Run."
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And, the most interesting thing is that if I flew earlier at least a day, I would not get on a flight. There are no wrong decisions - and it's not just that.
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U is success. E - euphoria. I managed everything. Life is high ❤
In the morning, friends, smoothies and chocolate "Alyonka" were waiting for me in my native Hanoi ????