Well, I've arrived.
Yesterday was spent traveling, for pretty much the whole 24 hours. Flew 5500 miles from London to Georgia and then on to Albuquerque. It’s awesome here.
It was my first time flying, and I didn’t know if I’d be scared or not. I mean, I was scared, but only of the whole mess of cr*p involving what to do at the airports - where to go, who to talk to, what forms to fill in. The actual flights themselves were pretty okay and I particularly enjoyed the take-off and landing parts. The feeling of the G-forces pushing on my body was amazing, and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The noise of the plane was less fun, however. As was the food.
Arriving at Georgia airport was a strange experience. For a moment, my brain couldn’t seem to process the American accents all around me, and I couldn’t understand anyone entirely. That fixed itself, luckily, and I wandered around the airport, taking everything in.
The food court was huge, and varied. It took me a while to choose what to eat, as they weren’t any eateries I recognised. I decided on a $5.99(£3.00) chicken and fries meal, although apparently I forgot to read the fine print as this thing was so spicy it nearly burnt my tongue off! It turns out that in the West they like their food spicy. Good to know, huh?
After another 4 hours waiting and 3 hours on a new plane, I landed at Albuquerque and was met by Jim, the guy who is kindly letting me stay at his house in Santa Fe. As we drove there, we talked about the differences between the our tmo countries that I could already spot(like when I tried to get into the drivers side of his Prius) and this countries need for a revolution, and what incident might spark it off.
We arrived at his house which is in the middl of the desert, which is so cool. There are no street lights for miles, and when the indoor lights are turned off, the place is enveloped in darkness. I’ve never seen the stars look so bright.
I finished up the day by relaxing in his hot-tub and then accidently dropping my towel in it, leaving me a very cold walk back to my room for a new one, and 10 minutes of frantically trying to work out what to do with the wet towel.
They can’t all be winners, eh?