Well it's 5 AM and my computer finally decided to cooperate; unfortunately now I'm groggy from sleeping in a space small enough that only a prepubescent would be happy. I had so much to say earlier when my laptop only wanted to lag for a half hour and not actually complete anything, but now that everything is running alright I find that I mostly want to complain about being woken up.
I've found something nice, though, that I hadn't expected on this trip: its only a 9 hour flight! Originally I was under the impression that I'd be in this seat for 15+, but not today! Arriving around 6, I can already see that the flight attendants are rushing to get the final meal out and done with. “Buenos dias... ¿algo mas?” They're in such a rush that the guy who has been working my side of the plane forgot to speak English to me, something he switched into as soon as she looked at me for some reason. I've been trying to talk to the attendants in spanish but find they inevitably see Estadounidensia stamped on my forehead and decide only to partake in English conversation with me.
Right now I'm cruising at 35,000 feet with an airspeed of 525 miles per hour and an external temperature of -56F. The sun hasn't risen, and I'm a little worried that we'll land without me seeing the Andes, but I'll be living in them either way if that's the case.
I just realized that I have no idea where I'm supposed to go once I get off the plane... I sure hope that I can find the group that was meeting around 8 somewhere in the airport by a coffee thing (the specificity with which I'm directing myself leaves something to be desired), or at the very least find a hot spot somewhere so I can get the address of my hotel for the next few days. I hope my guitar is ok, and my extra socks...
My nose is so drippy.... but it always gets that way eventually in planes.... all that dry air.
And with that, farewell.
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Later:
Just got off the plane and a Holiday Inn is promenantly sitting across the street. I have a perverse sense of pleasure in stealing internet in another country. Next step: Meet with the program, then buy a phone. All is well. Peace out
You must be tired. you changed the stewardess's gender twice.
ReplyDeleteA shorter flight is great, perhaps the 15 hours included driving to Boston, Miami AND Chile.
ReplyDeleteRemember to pretend to look like you know what you're doing and before you know it, you will!!
I'm enjoying your posts because it helps me to imagine what you're experiencing.