I had an early start to get to my flight. When sorting out normal holiday travel arrangements to get you to the airport in good time, making sure you get the right connections and have the travel arrangements sorted at the other side are a bit of a pain in the bum. It’s not really any different here apart from having very little time to sort any of it out. Not to put to finer a point on it, but I wing it and hope for the best.
If I’m running late, then… I’m running late. There’s nothing I can do about it. Chances are I have about 25kg’s cutting in to my shoulders so running isn’t exactly an option. So far its worked out ok.
The flight was fairly normal apart from grabbing what seemed to be a normal packet of crisps when given the option. ‘Made from blue potatoes’ it claimed on the packet. I picked one out and just stared at it for a while. It was pretty much purple. Crisps shouldn’t be purple. Ever. Humanity is not ready for this kinda stuff.
Who really shot JFK – maybe.
Do UFO’s really exist? – maybe.
Purple crisps – no chance.
For the record they didn’t really taste any different but I didn’t feel like a natural experience!
I got off the flight and grabbed my baggage but noticed my straps were undone. I had a quick look though and found a ‘Your bag has been searched for the good of the world’ leaflet. I wouldn’t have minded too much if they hadn’t broken on of the zips and pulled the pristine and unread Yankee’s vs Red Sox programme and ripped it.
I hope whichever ****’tard did that get their feet chewed off by ants in the night.
I found my way to the hostel, the sun was shining – which is becoming the norm here. I could get used to that!
An Australian called Alex arrived in my room a few minutes after so we went to explore the city for a while.
We found the river (not that it was lost) and sat down and took in the city while dangling my feet in the water. It could have been shark infested but I took the chance.
I don’t do enough of that. I wander round these cities and I do enjoy it but I don’t sit down enough and just think about it. I need to not take it for granted and realise how lucky/stupid I am to be here.
Myself, Alex, Jason (English) and Olivia (English) decided to go for a few drinks. We ran in to a problem. Every bar we went to turned us down for not having local ID. We needed to show our passports – not something that we really wanted to do. It’s not exactly easy to replace a passport after all. We did eventually find a nice local bar thankfully.
On the way back we, or maybe it was just me… decided that food was the way to go. The streets near the hostel were full of decent options and most of them were open late. I ended up with two pieces of pizza as big as my face. I can’t remember what was on them. I’m not sure I really cared. Any food at 2am after a night out is good food!
