I am just going to state the obvious while I sit here waiting for my flight to end.
This morning I woke up at 6am to get ready for my bus ride to the airport. After a 2-hour drive, I finally showed up in my small-town airport just to be waiting another 2 hours to board my initial flight. After the joy of being on the plane for an hour, I got to start my next layover of 6 hours. I got to jump on another plane to spend 9 hours waiting, before finally touching down at my destination. All in all, I have spent 20 hours this day just trying to get where I need to be and it’s still not over!!
No one tells you how terrible all this waiting around is when you’re looking at travel sites. It’s just all about the location. Maybe it is like giving birth? You forget how terrible it is as soon as you arrive… Let’s hope. But as soon as I land, I have to rush off to get euros, go through customs, find my baggage, locate the train, and somehow make it deeper into the city where I can hope to find my hostel. Easy peasy when you don’t have any idea how to speak the language. (Insert Sarcasm here) It doesn’t sound like a lot, but the stress of doing it all in one day and on very little sleep is actually worrying. Thankfully if I want, as soon as I get to the hostel I can crash. But that won’t help much with my adjustment to the new time zone.
All in all, it is a bit of crazy excitement mixed with extreme trepidation and tiredness that is my feelings as I prepare to land. What I have learned so far, upgrade to the preferred seating for $30 dollars. For a 9-hour flight it was amazing and worth it for the extra leg room and blanket. Highly recommend for any travel. It also helped I didn’t have a passenger, so I got to take up the whole aisle while I slept!
I still have 2 hours before I land, so happy sleeping everyone back home! I will post after my first day there tomorrow.