Report 1: The Journey

So about an hour and a hlaf after the ball droped I was headed back home to finish packing, unload the car, reload the car, and try and organize my backpacking equipment as best I could. Then at 3:30 am 01 Jan, we were off. I slept most of the car ride, got my tickets no problem, and then slept almost the whole flight to Chicago. Which was good because I sat beside a lady that looked mean. Once in Chicago I sat down at my gate and watched more than half of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II revenge of the oze. Then Dan called from Iraq and I chit chated with him for what will be the last time in a long time. Then it was time for the grandaddy of all flights.

I sat in the way back of the 747. I think there were about 600 people on board. Maybe a little less. I sat by a guy named Deal. I dont know how to spell him name but he is in toy sales, so I bet that is how you would spell it. He travels to Hong Kong once a year for a big toy thing. I didn ask him much about it. He was interested in where I was going and stuff, so that is what we talked about when I wasn't watching the inflight movies, he wasn't playing his PSP, and neither of us was sleeping. Which was rare. All and all the flight was a solid OK. It could have been way worse. However there was a guy a few seats ahead of me that had something wrong with him and they brought him an oxygen tank and stuff. He is alright to the best of knowledge but I missed a lot of Gridiron Gang becuase there were so many people standing up in front of me.

Once in Hong Kong, I found my connection flight to Singapore, slept through most of that, and arrived with no problems. I got through everything just fine and waited for about 30 to 40 minutes for my taxi. After me and my taxi driver stoped to ask people where in the world house three was, I arrived by about 2 am 03 Jan.

I jumped in bed at 2:30 and promptly woke up 4 and a half hours later, still tired but not able to go back to sleep.