Travel used to be an exciting adventure…for me anyway. Not so much anymore. Were there another way to get from here to there, I’d take it.
It all began when I checked the American Airlines website regarding luggage allowance. I do it every time because I’m paranoid about getting stuck with something I cannot put on the plane…like happened years ago with a footlocker. Missed my flight that day. Still remember the lady who blocked my flight.
This time, I had three bags. I was prepared to pay for #2 and #3. The computer screen only gave the option for one or two bags. Uh-oh. The lady at the counter put both hands in the air and said, “It’s Haiti’s rule, not ours!” A seasonal embargo on luggage. So there was no way around it. I couldn’t ditch a bag full of stuff in a corner somewhere, so I asked if I could reschedule my flight for later. She kindly tapped away on her keyboard and set me up for later that day…at no charge.
I went to a quiet corner of the airport and unloaded all three bags completely. (I had 12 hours to accomplish my task, so there was no pressure. I got a few funny looks, and one funny comment though.) I put my stuff on three piles : stuff I need ; stuff I’d like ; and stuff I don’t need. I worked it out so that I had two 50-pound bags of stuff I chose. The rest would go home (thanks Jared Baldwin!).
SO, I was now going to overnight in Miami. I got there about 9:00. Never found the hotel shuttle until 10:30. There I was at the hotel desk…it was 11:00pm and I was asking about getting a shuttle to the airport at 4:00 am for a 6:00 am flight. That would mean a full four hours in a bed. Having spent the previous night at BWI, I was sleep deprived already. I decided to skip the $100 bill for a four hour nap and shower. I sat on the lobby chair. As my head spun, I decided I better get the room. (My decision making was deteriorating.)
I showered, ate an expensive sub, and rested on a bed. I felt much better…and noticed that my flight was actually not until 7:00 am. Another hour!
The next morning I flew into Port and rode out to Pasbwadòm. I was punchy by the time the sun went down…four hours of sleep in three days. I laid on my bed for just a second. No one else was home. I fell asleep immediately.
I heard a noise. It annoyed me. I know I should stop it. (It was my phone ringing.) It was dark. I had no idea what country I was in. I had no idea what position my body was it. I had no idea what a telephone was. It lasted for some time. My senses came to me. And I lived happily ever after.
Traveling ain’t the adventure it used to be.
Missionary in Haiti.