Archive for August 22, 2007

Back to Reality

Well folks…here is the skinny on the other half of awesomeness.

I left UB the day after ariving to set out on a 3 day flying excursion to reach the homeland. My flight schedule consisted of the following:

1. International flight on Air China from Chengis Kahn airport in UB to Beijing, China (approx. 2.5 hours);

2. Domestic flight from Beijing, China to Shanghi (approx. 3 hours) (had to fly to the other airport in Shanghi because my original flight no longer existed);

3. Bus across Shanghi to Pudong airport (approx. 1.5 hours);
Side note and this is a very sad tale. While making a phone call in Pudong Airport my back pack was stolen…yes it was stolen…it had my laptop in it…sad…my laptop had all of our pics on it…more sad. (I hope that Ryan does not kill me…but if he does it is probably justified.) I also slept in Pudong airport that night on a bench.

4. International Flight on Virgin Atlantic to London Heathrow (approx. 11 hours) (brilliant flight and brillaint airline…they gave me socks for goodness sake);

5. International Flight from Heathrow to JFK in New York (approx. 6 hours) (slept in JFK…the bench in Shanghi was more comfortable);

6. Domestic Flight from JFK to DFW on American (approx. 3 hours) (turbulence a plenty, but it was relatively soothing after 10,000 miles in the shockless charriot);

7. Domestic Flight from Love Field in Dallas (after lunch with my family) to Lubbock (approx. 1 hour);

8. Shower and sleep.

After 3 days of flying and traveling 3/4 the way around the world, I can say that every minute of the trip was worth it. Now you have had a taste of awesomeness.

The loss of the pictures was very unfortunate, and those are the only things that I cannot replace, but all that really means is that I will have to work twice as hard to describe the beauty and awe that some of these places inspired. I guess it means that we will have to do it all over again. Here’s to being awesome.

Andy Out.

P.S. Ryan send me an address to mail the keys…i found them in the pocket of my jeans that were in my bag.

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