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 next employee I tracked down insisted that my itinerary was booked separately so that I'd have to pick up my bags in New York and recheck them (all within 1 hr).
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.
So I bid my duffel adieu and got my 3 boarding passes. 3 middle seats- it's like winning a slot machine where the prize is awkward physical contact with two inevitably overweight strangers.
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!
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