Finally leaving the states
August 15
Malaria meds never showed up. We had to go to Bartell’s and pay $150 for ten day supplies for the family. We ordered it on August 3rd but it never arrived. I was a little annoyed when I called the pharmacy this morning, but they were as friendly and helpful as always and have assured me that the meds will arrive in Bamako and we will be reimbursed for our purchase. I hope so, this whole thing is getting really expensive!
Left Seattle. Checked in with fourteen bags/boxes. It took two cars to get us to the airport. We only paid $1200 for the extra bags. Mr Gonzalez was very friendly. Zachary’s ticket got flagged so we had to go through pat down for him. They were not quite sure how to deal with such a young traveler so they eventually let us go after taking my money clip and the scissors from my manicure set. Zachary exploded out of his ass during the flight. Fortunately it was towards the end. The stench was quite nasty. We are now sitting in Atlanta where we have discovered that our flight is delayed by three hours and will not leave until 11:00. We are eating and resting and trying to burn off energy.
All of us are a little on edge. It is difficult to talk without snapping. It is almost surreal that we are actually starting this odyssey. It’s hard to believe that one month ago today Dan and I left NYC bound for Seattle in the big yellow truck. That is ancient history now as we embark into the unknown. French speaking people surround us here at the airport. It helps to drive home the fact that we are going to a strange place. I am wondering if we are prepared for this great adventure. I have to keep remembering that this is the 21st century and we will never be completely cut off. Although it feels as if we are falling into an abyss, we will never actually be alone. We always have email, post and even telephone if we need it. We are not the first ones to travel to this foreign land. As long as we can refrain from killing each other, all else should be okay.
Malaria meds never showed up. We had to go to Bartell’s and pay $150 for ten day supplies for the family. We ordered it on August 3rd but it never arrived. I was a little annoyed when I called the pharmacy this morning, but they were as friendly and helpful as always and have assured me that the meds will arrive in Bamako and we will be reimbursed for our purchase. I hope so, this whole thing is getting really expensive!
Left Seattle. Checked in with fourteen bags/boxes. It took two cars to get us to the airport. We only paid $1200 for the extra bags. Mr Gonzalez was very friendly. Zachary’s ticket got flagged so we had to go through pat down for him. They were not quite sure how to deal with such a young traveler so they eventually let us go after taking my money clip and the scissors from my manicure set. Zachary exploded out of his ass during the flight. Fortunately it was towards the end. The stench was quite nasty. We are now sitting in Atlanta where we have discovered that our flight is delayed by three hours and will not leave until 11:00. We are eating and resting and trying to burn off energy.
All of us are a little on edge. It is difficult to talk without snapping. It is almost surreal that we are actually starting this odyssey. It’s hard to believe that one month ago today Dan and I left NYC bound for Seattle in the big yellow truck. That is ancient history now as we embark into the unknown. French speaking people surround us here at the airport. It helps to drive home the fact that we are going to a strange place. I am wondering if we are prepared for this great adventure. I have to keep remembering that this is the 21st century and we will never be completely cut off. Although it feels as if we are falling into an abyss, we will never actually be alone. We always have email, post and even telephone if we need it. We are not the first ones to travel to this foreign land. As long as we can refrain from killing each other, all else should be okay.
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