It serves me right. I booked my flights two months ago. From the comfort of an eight-ish week gap, just about any combination of flights, buses and hours hanging around departure lounges seems fine. While you’re technically aware of the misery you’re about to inflict on yourself, it’s much further away then those lovely numbers after the euro sign.
I’m pretty sure that in forty hours or so, once I’ve had a decent sleep and a nice hot shower, I’ll agree. Right this minute, though? I’m on a three hour bus journey. Which will be followed by a few hours of a break at a friend’s house. Taxi to the airport. Get to the airport.
Deal with Panic Number One: Checking In. There was something up with my airline’s website when I tried to check in earlier today. According to them, I need to get myself to the airport and do my checking in there. Now, it’s been years since I checked in at an airport. I’ve been trained by Ryanair’s airport check-in fees (what are they, €70?) to have my boarding pass printed out AND saved on my phone before I get to the airport. Arriving without them feels like those nightmares where you get to your Important Job Interview Slash Exam and realise you’re not wearing any pants.
Then there’s eleven hours on a plane to LA, six hours mooching about in LAX (or waiting in interminable queues and being quizzed by the TSA, depending on who I asked) before flying up to Seattle. Then all I gotta do is figure out where the hell Americans keep your buses and get on one going south and get to Olympia and then find friends (find my friends, that is. I have friends. I’m not just wandering halfway across the planet in case I meet someone interesting there. Not this time, anyway) and SLEEEP. Or not sleep.
Depending on how long that last leg takes? Thirty-six-odd hours, door to door.
Since I’ve bugger all else to do (and it is Frivolous Friday for at least some of it!) I’m gonna be bothering all of you lot about it. Here. For the next thirty-five odd hours.
Will I manage to check in in person in Dublin? Is there wifi on planes these days? Where in LAX can a person grab some decent vegan food? Is going through American airport security as godawful as everyone says it is (seriously, I’m Having Anxiety about that, I ain’t gonna lie)? What does sleep deprivation do to me? Will I remember to pick up some of those foamy wee earplugs at the airport or will I be stuck trying to make earmuffs out out my scarf again? And will I figure out how to get the live blogging widget working on my tablet?!
Find out right here. But not right now. In a few hours, like. I’m still in a bus somewhere in the midlands in Ireland.