Visa runs where you are only going to get the visa and come back are mostly shit.
Some people spend 3-4 days somewhere tropical, fickering around with filipinos, Malaysians, Indos... The main thing is the fickering.
Or some have interesting culturally stimulating reports to share.
I cannot claim either of those things. I probably won't even be arsed to put a picture up. In fact please do indeed navigate away from this thread if you want anything of that nature.
I had to be back in Thailand on a one day turnaround. Pretty poop but if well planned can be bare able.
My visa run story is one of smooth as can be. This was a mix of good planning and good luck.
The good planning part is this: Use air miles to book a return to KL from BKK business class.
It is immensely good planning to have accrued a huge amount of air miles first.
I suggest you do this if you can. It only costs the tax which in this case was less than £30.
Procure 4 valium from a friend, to be consumed in the taxi on the way to the airport.
This part is optional but i am pretty sure it helped me not give a fuck about anything, massively.
This is the key part of the plan however: Rape the free alcohol in the lounge and on the plane.
Alarm for 06:50. In taxi with one piece of hand luggage and gone around 07:30.
Not feeling my best, but surprisingly awake i checked in with plenty of time to spare, told i can go to the BA lounge as usual or go to the Thai one.
I decided on the Thai lounge mainly wanting to try something different as i couldn't remember being in there before, and also that i reasoned the women that were checking in would be there. They were hisos. Not that nice. You still would obviously though.
Pros: It has lots of nice food and booze seemed freely available.
Cons: Looks a bit tatty now.
Also, i got accused of smoking in the shitter and told it was a 2000 baht fine. I really hadn't been smoking, but someone had been in there.
In hindsight i should have gone to the BA lounge.
I remember having a nice chicken roll pasty things and coffee.
Stocked up on sarnies. Not so many that i look a complete no breakfast [at][at][at][at], but enough to save pissing about.
They weren't all fancy, they are just 7-11 bread style jobbies, but they are ok.
My theory was to keep it alcohol free for the first couple of courses. "See how you feel", i thought. You did after all leave the house in the grip of a hangover with only a cold bottle of water to save you.
The scran quickly dispatched, i look about. A guy is drinking a whisky at 10:00. Fine. Drink what you want, but you don't need to hold it up to show everyone. The idea here is about people not noticing your drinking. Be the grey man.
Aim to always take 2 cans of lager from the fridge at a time, as we'll as some sort of spirit and mixer. I prefer bombay sapphire and tonic. Lime if there is. Finish them immediately and go and get more. You get bonus points for finishing one at the bar bit while you are getting the rest.
This is very important. I want to get something free out of the airline. I can easily drink upwards in £30 of booze.
So thats how i intend to get a free flight. This pleases me. Never happens normally, so i am making the most of if. Also, i like getting as pissed as i can on visa runs it seems.
So, i set out quickly to get pished, we are wasting a day but we mustn't waste time getting wasted.
The quicker I'm blootered the quicker i have made back my money. The rest is profit!
This time tomorrow we'll be millionaires!
The flight down to KL is fairly uneventful. I am referred to as Mr Neep and given as many drinks as i like. Mixing them with abandon.
Carlsberg, gin and tonic, champagne...repeat. I also had two coffees at the start, lull them into a false sense of security. The guy sitting next to me thought it weird mixing cold and hot drinks. I distinctly remember not giving a single fuck what he or anyone like him thought.
I settled in and tried to use my headphones instead of the airline's. Since i forgot the adaptor i can only listen to one ear. Ah well. Minor things don't trouble you when you are full of good cheer.
The airline ones would have been fine most likely, but i had decided to do it this way, and so i did.
I am fed some chicken and rice which i don't think was too bad. It didn't trouble me at the time anyway.
I have no idea what movie i watched. I remember there was pacific rim or something else and i chose neither, ending up watching feck knows what. By this time I'm enjoying the experience. This is all before midday.
Land, bounce out my seat and into the toilet. Unload all those drinks.
Float through immigration. Premium passes with Business are appreciated big time here. Get the stamp, walk round to the office and ask to move my flight from this evening to this afternoon.
This is done, free of charge as well. I thank him with a big cheesy but totally genuine smile.
Immigration asked if i just arrived? "Yes i did", with a grin. No hassle, no fuss.
I walk directly to the gate via security. Paused to look at the new iPad, but noticed i didn't have enough time to buy chocolate before the flight went.
Security open, on the plane and out of there.
Settled into my new big comfy seat i am not giving a single fuck. I am polite to everyone, but i simply sit in my seat not fucking caring, the whole point getting it over with.
By now I'm into my stride with drinking. They need to be roused once by means of the service bell, but after that they made sure they kept them coming. They weren't that strong, but i made sure i got alot of them in.
Land in the swamp. Mate of my normal driver picks me up. We snake our way home stopping for several pisses and more beers. Me that is, he was alright he'd only been sniffing glue.
Get home steaming, but happy. Missus not as pleased to see me as normal, but thats ok.
I had shaved hours off my time and could sit about on the couch drinking and farting airplane farts at her. So that more than makes up for it.
Apparently i was talking a load of shite when i got in so i must have been well on and i was back not long after teatime!
I basically got a free day on the piss and a couple of shit meals. I woke up the next day and had to check the date. Initially i couldn't remember that much about the previous day and had to really convince myself it hadn't just been that easy. It was like a dream.
Don't worry. The next one will be a double bastard just to make up for it.