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Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Borneo Bound Baby
Man, all the B's. I returned from Brazil to fly to Balikpapan which is in Borneo blah blah blah, might as well have flown from Beattle with a layovers in Bokyo and Bingapore. It has been a long long thirty or so hours thus far, with more to wait and one more flight. I flew on Singapore Airlines, which is an extremely nice airline. It is quite similar to virgin america, but without the whole soulplane ambiance. The food was without doubt the best plane food I am yet to try. They give you an international or japanese option for meals, and had really good tea and coffee. I ate eel and rice for the first meal, and pork for the next (Ma, ain't you proud?!). The only real regret I have is not having worn my hat that I have become infamous for, which you will understand after you visit http://www.singaporeair.com/ and appreciate the stewartess' outfits (as well as the stewartess' themselves)... okay do it... go... wait for it... look familiar? I now sit in the Singapore airport named Changi, well squat rather at a terminal with free internet near my gate that took me nearly thirty minutes to walk to because this place is so damn large. It is a fantastic, decked out with shopping malls, art everywhere, all the great american fastfood one dreams of when abroad, including several lovely starbucks' and even a coffee bean. At least as a result of globalization you can get a decent cappuchinio no matter where you are. So a book and four movies later I am ready for Borneo and ready for class. I am very excited to meet the students I will be working with, and of course the professors whom will be teaching us. I keep falling more and more in love with traveling, rather than being a bug, its like an itch. If you ignore it, it will receed to the back of your mind until that moment you consciously scrath it, and hot damn does it itch like hell, making you want to travel and travel and travel. Well I have been up for nearly forty someodd hours, ready for a nap or ten, but first I gotta go catch my last plane. I think they'll give me some sashimi or something good. Is it too early for an asanti or tiger?
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And yes, due to comments about the difficulty in reading the chalkboard script, hopefully the Georgian plains will be less apauling to the eyes.
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