Well, it's been ROUGHLY THREE MONTHS since the wheels of the 737 Flight I was on landed at Macau International Airport from Taipei, Taiwan via San Francisco, California!
The weather was HOT, HAZY AND HUMID. I had on WAY TOO MANY LAYERS as I began sweating profusely while standing in line at Customs. Sweating and hot, I looked around the airport with the bold DEFINITIVE WORD OF INTERNATIONAL included in its name and thought it was mildly ambitious of them, but, then again, I did just land from Taiwan, so THAT IS IN FACT " INTERNATIONAL", and I corrected myself. I didn't have any problems at customers; I collected my toys (otherwise known as MY BAGS) and moved onward to meet the Human Resources personnel that were scheduled to meet me. They were waiting for me AND ANOTHER FAMILY just as planned. Once we negotiated how we were going to travel back to the Hotel, we were on the move~So, a TAXI was the selected mode of transportation BUT the taxi and it's driver did not seem prepared to work an airport~You know, like picking up travelers landing with bags!
