We are not sure what to think of the experience we had shipping our cat internationally to Thailand, but to make a long story short, he made it safely here after being in transit on and off for 36 hours. For us, however, it was an emotional roller coaster filled with frustration, anticipation, and uncertainly. At one point, we even though we were getting scammed. But that is the way of Thailand, and we’ve read others having similar experiences.

Receiving Our Cat From Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi Airport

Things went wrong from the beginning. We had been instructed via email to pick up the cat “in front of baggage claim number 8 and pay an import license fee of 100 baht” ($3). Sounds simple, right?

Well, seeing as we incorrectly assumed that “baggage claim 8” referred to the arriving flights at the main airport, we did a bit of running around at the main terminal before being redirected to the customs building a short bus ride away from the airport. Fine. Rookie mistake. We found our way to the customs building, only to be approached by three Thai men who were lounging and smoking on the front steps. We pointed to our newly purchased foo-foo cat carrier and they said, “Oh, first need paperwork!” From that point on, we went through a whirl wind of driving around the cargo area to various buildings, jumping in and out of one of the Thai man’s personal truck, signing this and paying that. He obligingly guided us through the process of obtaining access permits to the cargo area, confirming the delivery of the cat and signing off on the original State-side paperwork, and having us pay an arrival/delivery fee (1045 baht – $35). We wouldn’t have had a clue what to have done, where to go, and in what order, if we hadn’t run into him and his two friends.

Colorful Cat Carrier

We finally made it back to the customs building and that’s where everything came to an abrupt halt. We were told that it would be about two hours before we got our cat, and we should wait in the lobby of this big building. Not in a processing area with other staff working, but in an empty lobby. Sitting by an old, beat up desk. With no other people waiting for their animals. These three guys took turns sitting at the desk, reading a newspaper, and going outside to smoke on the front steps. Every once in a while, they would get a call on their cell phone, have a short conversation in Thai, briefly leave, come back with some papers, sit back down at the desk, all while assuring us our cat would be there soon.

After awhile, we weren’t so sure what was going on. Where was the real customs processing facility? – surely not in a lobby. Where there no other people waiting to pick up pets on a weekend flight? And who exactly were these three men, although they were wearing airport personnel badges of some sort?

We felt really uneasy a few times. The worst moment was about an hour into the waiting period and one of the Thai men came back with some paperwork and said that it would cost eight-thousand-and-some-odd baht to get the cat. Well, we were quite surprised we owed any more money, as we figured the total bill had been taken care of State side with the help of my mom. Since the old lobby desk had no credit card machine or computer to transfer the money, we had to come up with cash. Chris found an ATM in the building, and so here we are, handing over 8000 cash baht (nearly $300) to this guy. He thanks us, grabs some papers, and promptly leaves the lobby. At this point, only one other Thai guy is left with us, and even shortly after, he walks away and leaves us by ourselves in the empty lobby, and it’s only getting darker and darker outside. At that point, Chris goes to follow them, and the last guy tells Chris to not to worry and to go sit back down.

What was so unusual about the situation was that nothing seemed official. Instead of a clearly labelled and easily reachable cargo, customs, and animal quarantine facilities, they were spread out with no directions or uniformed person to guide us. However, we have no accusations against the Suvarnabhumi Airport, the cargo facility, or its staff. In fact, some of the men who helped us were extremely friendly the entire time, and at the end of the day, we got our cat. It was just unexpected and confusing.

There are many questions to which we may never learn the answers. Who exactly were those three guys? Are they the people who typically deal with cargo and animal control? What would we have done if they had not been lounging on the front steps of the customs building? Where was the quarantine station? Who actually approved the cat’s quarantine paperwork? What would we have done if there hadn’t been an ATM?

Overall, we got our cat safely back to our hotel, and he is currently enjoying the new scenery, as if everything went the way it should.

Cat looking out of a window

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