It was Christmas morning in Myanmar and I was flying from Yangon to Thandwe, to spend a few days in Ngapali Beach.
I got to the airport and went through the usual process: checked in, got my boarding pass, went through security and then sat at the gate. I didn't check my bag because I just had a backpack. Eventually, my flight was called for boarding. I walked out on the tarmack, to the plane and then climbed the stairs.
The plane wasn't all that small, but for some reason, the overhead compartments were miniscule. There was absolutely no way that my bag was going to fit. The flight attendant was rushing me to get out of the aisle. I asked her what I was supposed to do with my bag, but she just shooed me into my row. I then asked her if there was any way that she could have the bag checked. I couldn't tell if she was overwhelmed or there was a language barrier, but I could sense that she was getting frustrated with me. Finally she says to me, "just put bag on lap." Ummmmm, really? Okay. I assumed once everyone was boarded, she'd come back around and check the bag, but that never happened. The good news was that the flight was only 55 mins long.
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