I am starting a project I’ve wanted to do since I finished the Megamoon – which is transferring my older travel journals onto the greater internet. My first trip overseas was a biggie – it was a trip to Kenya for 3.5 weeks. I was 21, a student with no money and I had just started dating W..!
So, without further ado *ahem*
24/06/2006 10.15pm
So, am going to be good and actually write in this thing! We have just taken off. Turns out flying international has some perks – warm towels, movies, games and best of all – free alcohol – awe yeah!
The menu looks quite nice actually.
Earlier today I was quite nervous – hyperventilate-y nervous. It still hadn’t really sunk in that I was going. The rest of my baggage weight has been taken up by scissors.
No shit. this is what is written.
Hmm.
Some context?
1)First trip overseas.
2) I was twenty freaking one.
3) The scissors were part of medical supplies we were going to donate.
Maybe this isn’t such a hot idea?
25/06/06 6.58am (Dubai) 10.58am (Australia)
Dubai Airport is huge. There are so many people sleeping on the floor – just kind of scattered about. (Insane). Also strange are the heated toilet seats with automatically flushing toilets. The air is hot and humid. I can’t see anything out of the window. I think I might take some pictures. So tired.
The last few hours of the flight weren’t so good. I had a bit of a nausea stage and lost two Anzac biscuits and an OJ to a sick bag. (gross). There was quite a bit of turbulence – I think that might have been the cause. Kate got sick as well, but she had been feeling off much longer then I. There is a Starbucks here! I should take a photo.
(Oh 21 year old Tanya – how little did you realise that one day you would be living in the HOME of Starbucks).
Postcard from Dubai..
25/06/06 – Sunday….1.5 hours till we get to Kenya…which is 14.15 ..so that makes it 6-7 in Australia?
Current window view: Cloudy with a sort of yellow and reddish Hedland look happening down below.
Holey Moley! I passed out before the plane even left the ground. How mad! I woke up long enough to guts down my lunch – then pass out again.
Not excited yet. Just feeling dirty.
Ah – the wonders of plane travel and jet lag.
That’s a good idea! I might even do it with my Bib Track diary, it would be nice reading through it again.
I’m glad you added the context of those scissors, I was wondering how nerves = pack lots of scissors.