Start With A Bang

Wa lalapo!

By popular demand I have decided to start up a blog for a bunch of reasons.

My adoring fans
My frantic family
My own pleasure
For the benefit of H.I.S.A.
I figured I’d start of with what I learned in my first-hell-week-crash-course-what-am-I-doing time so far in Namibia. I have never wondered why one of my most popular nick-names in life is Murphy. Because if you have ever met me you know that Murphy’s Law applies three fold with me. Specifically: Whatever can go wrong…. will go wrong. Therefore it should be no surprise that the start of this trip was disastrous. The flight from Boston to NY? I don’t know how it was cause I slept the whole time. NY to Dubai: shoot me in the face. First of all, My TV thing is broken and it’s a completely full flight so there is nothing they can do to help. So I got to watch others watch whatever movies they wanted for 12 hours while my life began to deteriorate. The guy next to me is that guy on the plane who is obnoxiously loud on their cell phone till the last possible second. (The conversation was my neighbor telling someone on the phone that he wasn’t going to make a deal with him and even thou he was going with the mans ex-partner who had stabbed the guy in the back to make the deal he “was still a good person and that’s what matters in the long run”). Then the flight takes off. 2 hours in the kid behind this man starts kicking the seat, irritating all three of is in front of him but mostly my new friend. His wife in the window seat has already gotten drunk because she’s afraid of flying and has begun to sing throaty Indian music and is not trying to be quiet at all. The man starts talking to me and eventually we come across the face that I am a Human Rights and Political Science major. BIG MISTAKE! He then proceeds to lecture/yell at me about how my life’s pursuit was a lie and a joke. How I shouldn’t rock the boat and that I’m just another one of those “young idealistic western women” who think they can change the world. Now he’s pushed the wrong button and we get into a heated discussion until his drunken wife passes out on the tray and knocks her red wine all over our laps and trays. I should just get to sleep right? Wrong. Every time I tried to put my seat back even a little the man behind me would complain till I put it back up. Somehow that flight ended and I’m left in the Dubai Airport cranky, hungry, sleepy, and moody. But I have a two-hour layover and I am really excited to get food and my last cup of Dunkin Donuts Coffee (there’s randomly one in Dubai). UNFORTUNATLY, since the US Dollar is terrible right now no one is taking it anymore. So I had nothing but 20 bucks and South African Rand. But its only two hours right? Wrong again. The flight is delayed two hours after we get on board and then they make us get off and get on another plane. 3 hours into that flight the flight attendants are serving food and we hit turbulence. Long story short; I had coffee spilt all over me.

The silver lining in this whole debacle was that the attendant felt so badly she moved me up to business class! But there wasn’t that much to enjoy because the second I sat down, I finally fell asleep.

It was a long two days