the bags are packed… or should i say bag. the one bag that the airline will let me take with me. the one bag that contains all of my worldly possessions at the moment. the one bag that is stowed somewhere beneath me. the one bag that that cannot exceeded 20K. it is an interesting game of subtraction. gather what is important, reduce by half, pack, re-pack because it is too much to fit in one bag, pack again, weigh, reduce and repack, get frustrated, say “fuck it!” and throw everything in you carry on, get caught putting too much in your carry on by the airline, get frustrated again… and follow with another ”fuck it!,” empty the carry-on, send it by freight and pray that everything you need shows up on the other side.
hmmm…. the flight announcement was in arabic, guess i should get use to that… always wanted to learn a new language….
….ooohhh there goes budapest….
remembering the headlines i can now see the cities made infamous by the invasion of iraq. looking at cities like mosul, kirkuk and basra, it seems oddly surreal to be flying in iraqi airspace.
time for another old saying, “toto, we’re not in kansas anymore,” or something like that. as the call to prayer was echoing in the background, this was my first thought as i stepped into the bahrain terminal for my layover.
up and down for a one hour connecting flight to abu dhabi, one hour with customs, one bag to pick up and it is off to meet the new boss…..