I settled into my seat mere minutes before we were asked to buckle up and enjoy the flight.  The whole thing reminded me of a letter I had written to my sister my first week of university.  A country boy at heart, I detailed how I had gotten totally lost walking around in the 'big … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #5

  Finally, I was talking to a manger.  He came over, looked at my boarding pass and then handed it back pointing at the date.  Sunday, December 12th.  Desperately hoping I was wrong, I flipped my wrist to see my watch.  Monday, December 13th. I had missed my plane. --- December 12th minutes after "Russell … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #4

The clerk told me the closest book shop was two blocks away in the Orchid hotel.  Walking there, I dodged the requisite wandering livestock, scooters, and auto-rickshaws apparently attempting to bowl me over, recalling that a friend had warned me that foreigners were worth more points.  I'm pretty sure he just said that to make … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #3

'0.1 kg.' The attendant and I looked at my bulging baggage and then back at the flashing readout. “To be completely honest I had sort of expected it to weigh a bit more then that...” The attendant grinned and started dragging it to the conveyor belt. “I'm sure ... <hurf> ... that it's ... <koff> … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #2

Straining at the zipper on my suitcase, I finally gave up, opened it back up and took another two dozen flyers out of it and tried again.  I was returning from my first trip to India, a trip that had opened my eyes to a world that I never really new existed before.  I had … Continue reading How is that Boy Still Alive? #1