My trip got off to an interesting start to say the least. I arrived at Boston's Logan airport to find more crowded than I've ever seen it I think. I muscled my way to a kiosk and upon scanning my passport realized that it was only displaying my BOS --> NYC route with no mention of any further travel plans to, say, Africa. Miracle of miracles, I managed to pull aside a JetBlue employee who looked at the machine, scratched his head and then goes, "honestly I don't really know what to do. I'm a pilot and I'm just helping out." WHAT? Having your pilot help you check in (and not even succeed) was not exactly confidence inspiring.
The guy after was like "just kidding! We found the rest of your reservation but we need to "hand check" your bag (meaning he wrote out a bag tag in magic marker). I was 97% sure that he meant "please take this time to say goodbye to your possessions because you're never going to see them again." By that point I was just happy that I was going to Botswana so asking for my bags to accompany me on the journey seemed greedy.
A few more hijinks later and I arrived Gabarone unscathed, happy, relatively well rested and psyched. The cherry on top was that my duffel bag somehow made it as well! A Christmas...er...4th of July miracle!!
Reunited and it feels so good!
So now I'm in the process of unpacking and settling in. I feel so lucky to be here and I can't wait to start my summer!