My friend Eric sent me a text message the morning of our flight asking where I was. I had just gotten out of bed and it made me laugh. He had probably confused 12pm with 12am, thinking our flight left in the afternoon rather than the evening.
As the more experienced traveler of the two, I realized I would need to be teaching him a lot of these travel skills. The more you travel, the more experienced you become. He probably hadn’t even checked the ticket the night before. To set him straight, I looked up the departure time of our reservation.
He was right. Our flight departed in 2 hours and 40 minutes.
I was 80 miles from the airport. My bags weren’t packed, I wasn’t dressed or showered, and my dirty laundry was sitting in a pile. The gate would close an hour before departure and I had at least an hour and a half drive ahead of me.
No one thought it make it, including myself, until maybe after I passed the Golden Gate Bridge. Even then I was only giving myself 50/50 odds.
It was a series of lucky breaks, light traffic and green lights that allowed me to get to Bangkok. Of course, I need to thank Laine and Nate for meeting me curbside and Eric for taking it all in stride. But also, importantly, the woman in the black Toyota Matrix at the bottom of Octavia. I shouldn’t have cut into your lane, I know, but I really appreciate you waving me in.
On every trip I learn something different- and it’s the generally the bus breakdowns, the communication problems, and the unexpected challenges that make it interesting. I’ll admit that I was hoping for a smooth and easy trip, but I should know better. This time, I’ll try not to assume anything.
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A hair-raising tale. Loved the pictures!