After landing at Don Muang in 2001 during taxi to the gate I was absent mindedly looking out of the window when I was greeted to this sight. An air conditioning unit had overheated on the plane and the recently fueled plane went up. It had happened the day before, some people died.
2 weeks later returning home I was looking out of the terminal window to see if they sorted the mess out when a train of baggage carts whipped round the corner. The last container flew off the cart on to tarmac where a honey truck hit it and scattered the bags everywhere. The baggage train never even stopped.
Also at Don Muang a few years later I was on a China Airlines 747 as it was on final approach. We were that close I could clearly see the golfers on the course between the runways. At the last minute the pilot hit the gas and we had a go around.
After some muttered excuse from the pilot we went in again. Same again, aborted, except this time the golfers on the course were watching us.
Third time in with all the passengers in pieces, praying, screaming, crying you name it he nailed a perfect landing. This time all the golfers and caddies were lined up at the edge of the course with cameras poised. They were sure we were going in hard. So was I.
On the way to the gate we got an excuse that the taxiways had been congested and that was the reason for the 2 go arounds. Bullshit of course.