July 15, 6:58 pm, Edmonton
I am sitting at gate 56 at the airport, waiting for my flight to announce boarding. Check in and security took no time at all and I had time for dinner before settling in to wait for my plane, which has been delayed by 20 minutes.
I pulled out my Kindle and tried to read, but my mind is racing and I’m finding it hard to concentrate. The enormity of what I’m about to do is weighing on me and I again find myself wondering what on Earth possessed me to go by myself to Africa. And, I’m sorry to say, all you people who figured it was a good idea, you’re as crazy as I am. For goodness sake, I’m going to find a way to get eaten by a lion! Then when everyone thinks of my tragic death as lion chow they’ll be snickering behind their hands, because death by lion is pretty silly.
En Route to London, about 1/3 of the way there
Bleh. I love going places, I enjoy airports and all their bustle, but flying isn't really all it's cracked up to be. I'm alternating between hot and cold, apparently you have to order a vegetarian meal two days in advance (so says the flight attendant with a smirk as he hands me a tray with a salad and a bun), and I think my butt has gone to sleep.
July 16, 2:47 pm, London
I had grand plans for my day in London. I was going to see something and go somewhere! Or not... Instead, I'm going to have a nap. Then to avoid paying an outrageous price for room service I'm going to walk to the McDonald's down the street which is the only place within walking distance. Then I'm going to watch Emma on my computer and go to bed. Sometimes the only thing better than having plans, is the freedom to throw them away and do what you want. :)
On that note, goodnight!
I am sitting at gate 56 at the airport, waiting for my flight to announce boarding. Check in and security took no time at all and I had time for dinner before settling in to wait for my plane, which has been delayed by 20 minutes.
I pulled out my Kindle and tried to read, but my mind is racing and I’m finding it hard to concentrate. The enormity of what I’m about to do is weighing on me and I again find myself wondering what on Earth possessed me to go by myself to Africa. And, I’m sorry to say, all you people who figured it was a good idea, you’re as crazy as I am. For goodness sake, I’m going to find a way to get eaten by a lion! Then when everyone thinks of my tragic death as lion chow they’ll be snickering behind their hands, because death by lion is pretty silly.
En Route to London, about 1/3 of the way there
Bleh. I love going places, I enjoy airports and all their bustle, but flying isn't really all it's cracked up to be. I'm alternating between hot and cold, apparently you have to order a vegetarian meal two days in advance (so says the flight attendant with a smirk as he hands me a tray with a salad and a bun), and I think my butt has gone to sleep.
July 16, 2:47 pm, London
I had grand plans for my day in London. I was going to see something and go somewhere! Or not... Instead, I'm going to have a nap. Then to avoid paying an outrageous price for room service I'm going to walk to the McDonald's down the street which is the only place within walking distance. Then I'm going to watch Emma on my computer and go to bed. Sometimes the only thing better than having plans, is the freedom to throw them away and do what you want. :)
On that note, goodnight!