Even though nothing has really gone the way I had expected to, it really just adds to the experience. Things always tend to happen at the extremes for me… there isn’t much in between.
When things are good, they’re fuckin’ great. When things are bad, it’s pretty damn shitty. And the past 2 days haven’t been so kind but even though I was probably cursing at myself every other minute about how insanely stupid I am to actually do shit like this, it was certainly an interesting experience in retrospect.
At least I made it to the hotel in one piece and am not completely crazy after having spent 16 hours by myself in an airport. But more details later when I’m not so deprived of sleep.
What a crazy start - I expect the rest of this trip to be equally as insane but hopefully in a better way.
