So this morning (if you can call it that) was about as I expected. No sleep in 19 hrs—due to a lack of diligent packing and excitement about this trip. Now I’m waiting for my next and final flight in the San Francisco International Airport (SFO…don’t ask me what the O stands for…maybe ornery).
I’m flying Singapore Airlines from San Fran to Incheon. I had 2 checked bags—perfectly weighed to 23 kilos—and a smaller bag and my backpack. Aparently the carry-ons can only be 8 kilos and both of my bags were around 13. Any type of packing/unpacking has to done in a designated area about 250 feet from the ticketing booth. Thank goodness mom had previously convinced me to get a luggage cart! I felt like I was in a relay race or something…the lady at the counter knew my informaion by heart by the time it was all said and done.
I had to rearrange things 4 different times! Despite all my efforts—and stubborness to not throw anything away—I still ended up paying the $110 fee for checking an extra bag. Ugh! Such a tragedy! Oh well, those sandwiches and cookies were worth it. And I wasn’t about to throw away my new books, my Bible and my prayer journal. I guess everything here comes with a price. I’ve paid a total of $170 for my luggage today. Silly regulations! I remember the good old days when everything was free! Even water!
My first flight was very short and cramped. The plane was hot, like Arizona in July, which made the dirty men smell 10x’s worse. Yuck! Glad that’s over. The good thing about it was the two pilots were very nice (even though I think they contributed negatively to the aromatic pleasure onboard). My second Flight was much better. I think I was able to sleep for some of it…either that or the time difference threw me off. It simply didn’t seem as long as 5 1/2 hrs should be with 200 other people in the same small space as you. Both flights I had a window seat, though, which is always a plus!
In line for security here at SFO, I started reading my long awaited for Francine Rivers book: “A Voice In The Wind”. It’s so good, I started crying right there in line! I hope the security guards didn’t think I was cooky. Of course, being sleep deprived and recently violated financially can make even burly men emotional—not to mention me!
Well I popped some Diphenhydramine in the bathroom about an hour ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t get an allergic reaction on the plane. It just helps me sleep through the mayhem all around me. I’d love to be awake and sociable during this flight, but I know I’d be dead tired if I did. We’re beginning boarding in a few minute so I should probably finish up my food and get my stuff together. I’ll put more up once I’m settled in my room tonight. Thanks mom for all the yummy food! I saved money on that at least :)