A Very Long Day
Trip Start Jul 25, 2007
7Trip End Aug 09, 2007
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i landed in seattle after a twenty minute flight, at 7pm. i had until 11:30pm to kill. i roamed around SEATAC, bored and anxious. i charged my dvd player and tried to sleep. A forsaken few hours later, we took off.
I landed in Huston, Texas at 6am local time. That's 4am for me. I had 4 hours to kill, again. Huston Airport SUCKS. 1) it's freezing....what's that about? 2) there are no benches, so you can't lie down anywhere. I was cold and i felt sick from the lack of sleep. Luckily i'd stolen a blanket from the plane, but it helped little
My flight was delayed half an hour. then an hour. then two hours. We finally boraded and took off. I prayed Suzi would be delayed as well so we wouldn't miss each other in Liberia. Suzi had flown into San Jose from Belize, and was bussing up to meet me. Our pact was to wait one hour at the airport, and then meet at a chosen hostel if there was a no-show. I don't know spanish, so i really didn't want to be going it alone the first day.
There was a storm, so the flight took longer than normal. but at least it was pretty. I watched something on my dvd player and read my bible and stared at the massive diamond on the lady next to me. Texans. Just Married. It's always bigger in texas.
I landed and cleared customs and got ready to not find Suzi. I stepped out of the tiny Liberia Int. Airport into a frenzy of cab drivers. Spanish flooded me, and i choked on my words. And then, a crazy girl jumping at the back of the crowd caught my attention. Suzi!!
We talked faster than we could listen while i exchanged money and cleaned up. Suzi said we had to take a taxi unless we wanted to wait a few hours for a local bus. Taxi's werent' too cheap, so i recruited a lost-looking fellow who was on my plane.
"Wanna come to tamarindo?"
"sure, why not."
Off we went.
In the taxi, Suzi explained the divine intervention that kept us from missing each other. She bussed up from San Jose. She got off at the stop in Liberia, and flagged a cab. She headed for the airport when she realized something: She had no bags. Her bag was on the bus, headed for the coast. Her and her SuperHero taxi driver chased the bus down for almost an hour before they found it. Behold, her bag was safe and alive. Another hour back to the airport = Us Arriving at the Same Time.
Oh yeah, the strange guy we picked up. His name was Mic. He was from Michigan but living in Flordia. I insisted on calling him Mitch from Michigan. We bumped and rolled down the patchy road to the coast. Our destination: Tamarindo.