January 30th. Wednesday
Everytime I start to travel, I get an urge to write it down. The only time I have ever done it, was costa rica… and I sort of put that up on the web… but basically I never showed it to anyone to read. Though when I did read it, it was super funny.
Anyways - I’ll take a stab again this time.
Jan 30th. Woke up… breakfast at hamburger mary’s, did some work, cleaned my house, worked Ava at Burnout a few times, and then it was time to goooo.
My airport shananigans have started off poorly. My dreams of charming my way up to business class were dashed as soon as a saw the two people manning the check in gate. They were neither young attractive ladies (who I had planned to woo into upgrading me), nor were they gay. They were more like asain re-incarnations of jaba the hut in human form. Barely. And to top it off, they looked cranky.
Little did I know.
The asshat at the check in, decided he wanted to see the contents of my 30kg board bag. Now - keep in mind.. 30kg is how much you are allowed for a snowboard bag! So I showed him, he decided that the few shirts (he didn’t see the hard drive), and crap that were not snowboarding specific… he decided that A) they did not count as sporting equipment, and B) they must weight 7kg. Now I am a poor estimator… but I’m pretty sure that was a bullshit estimation.
Anyways - 90 bucks later I sat my cranky ass down and had some very expensive but very tasty pizza.
After that I went and got my complimentary massage by the nice security guard behind the metal detector. He was thorough - and I was deemed terror-free.
Then as my routine dictates, it was time for my “airport junkie” bit. To the public bathroom I go, where I huddle in a stall and inject myself with my blood thinners. Funny thing is, every single time when I leave the stall… I always kinda hide the syringe that I am about to chuck in the trash… cause I feel weird about having it.
Now with my blood thinner fix, I sit here… waiting to go wait inside an airplane for 9 hours… so that I can wait in London for 6 hours.. so that I can wait on some other plane. Lets just say I am waiting till I am at Bernard’s place in Bern tomorrow evening.
Go blogging bognarly!
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