San Antonio Ho
December 5, 2006 Posted by Al Castle
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The first leg is underway with only minor issues. For one its really cold and my warm fleece is in my checked bag.
Next was the Bellingham airport, which is overstaffed with security personnel who had a field day with my stinky boots, running them through some sort electro-transmogrifier.
My own fault, I normally wear sandals (with socks) which make it easier to take on and off at these check points.
The plane I’m currently on is a CRJ200 puddle jumper. The seats are really small and there is absolutely no leg room. Luckily the row behind us was empty so that David and I aren’t sandwiched together.
Ooo. My ‘Plane Cookie oatmeal mint choclolate chip’ and fake Sprite has arrived.
I seem to have forgotten a book and the magizines in the seat pockets are not only really lame but in poor condition.
Ugh. I’m starting to pickup the collective stench of my fellow passengers.
The food supplies are gone and I’m starting to cramp. Despite these hardships I remain motivated not to fashion a minature catapult out of my underwear, shoe laces and these melted ice cube shards in a futile attemp to blugeon myself to death or at least blissfull unconciousness.
