I'm sitting here in the airport talking to Jo on iChat. I love technology. I'm eating a candy bar while some huge Indian dude snores on the bench in front of me. It's early, and that 17 1/2 hour flight lived up to every minute. We took off up the west coast of california, through canada, then shot west across the alaskan peninsula (however you spell that). Then we proceeded to cross the pacific, finally seeing land again when we flew over okinawa. Okinawa should be called the land of turbulance. I felt like I was on Riddler's revenge, but at 39,000 feet. Anyways, finally we landed, and the hippie lady with bad breath who sat next to me parted ways with me, and here I am at C8. Eating my $5 Cadburry bar. Funny thought, it's second nature when someone says something to me in a language I do not understand, I tend to respond in Spanish. They bow to say thank you, and I hold back "gracias".
Peace
-Adam Hearron
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