Well, I am on my way to Oman. The trip began at 9 am this morning as my dad drove me to the Akron-Canton airport. The flight to Chicago was short, about 1 hr, and no one sat in the seat beside me. I would love for that to happen on the next flight, but I doubt it will. I've got about 5 hours here in the Chicago airport, so I will try to keep myself entertained. Next destination: London.
The flight to London was about 8 hours, but I was lucky enough to not have anyone sit next to me again. When I left Chicago it was 5:30 pm and when I arrived here it was 7:30 in the morning. If I can stay awake on my flight to Muscat it will go a long way toward getting over my jetlag. On my flight, I was reminded of a friend from Jakarta, Bruce the Aussie, when I heard a couple of words we seldom use in the states, rubbish and queue. He always thought it was interesting to hear English expressed in different fashions around the world.
I am new to this blogging, so I am sure I am writing more than I will later, but for now it is filling up my downtime.
Well, I made it to Oman. My bags were not so lucky. One arrived today, so I can finally shave and change my clothes, but my golf bag has yet to appear. Nearly everyone that came through London had the same problem. Such is the experience of living abroad.
The flight to London was about 8 hours, but I was lucky enough to not have anyone sit next to me again. When I left Chicago it was 5:30 pm and when I arrived here it was 7:30 in the morning. If I can stay awake on my flight to Muscat it will go a long way toward getting over my jetlag. On my flight, I was reminded of a friend from Jakarta, Bruce the Aussie, when I heard a couple of words we seldom use in the states, rubbish and queue. He always thought it was interesting to hear English expressed in different fashions around the world.
I am new to this blogging, so I am sure I am writing more than I will later, but for now it is filling up my downtime.
Well, I made it to Oman. My bags were not so lucky. One arrived today, so I can finally shave and change my clothes, but my golf bag has yet to appear. Nearly everyone that came through London had the same problem. Such is the experience of living abroad.
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