Hugging, Primping, and Flying

We awoke, and said our goodbyes. From that moment on, I was officially on my way to ‘see about a girl’. Unfortunately the flying machine set to jettison me to my second to final destination would not be doing so until later in the day, but it did give me the chance to see the sights, and smell the odors of the city. Good old New Netherlands. Peter Stuyvesant.

After some primping, I finally took one last trek back to the subway with the only possessions that I would possess for almost a year, all crammed into a few bags and sacs.

Boy was it a relief to finally get them tagged and put down in the bag sleeping room under the plane. I wandered a bit, worked on some crossies that have been stored away for months, maybe even years from the DC days.

I don’t remember much from there on, except that my excitement of flying Lufthansa was abruptly ended when I didn’t have my own monitor, located in the seatback in front of me. Although I do remember thinking of how cool the other passengers must have thought I was, walking around in a leather jacket and a blonde Mohawk. Wow, the computer automatically capitalized Mohawk. I guess me and it are on the same page. All those Germans waiting in the hangar to return to their motherland, must have been wondering if I was actually on their plane. Were they scared or happy? I always imagine how some peoples’ first impressions are rebuked by their second impressions when they see me whip out a million crossies and complete them in a short while right before their eyes. Whipping out the Chinese book on the plane works the same way.

Okay, now I remember the flight. Turkish guy next to me. Beers. To be continued…