I have spent more than my fair share of time yelling at Orbitz in the past week, but this time, I'm just to close for mere yelling - I need physical violence to express how frustrated I am. However, that having been said, I am also surrounded by roughly 200 other people who have been delayed alongside me (for 6 hours) and I am pleased to inform that they have taken it upon themselves to resort to violence for me.
The airport terminal is a mess with children running everywhere and trash all over the floor - it's hot, sticky, and everyone is just aching to get on this plane. I have no idea what Casa looks like, who I'll see there or what I'll do, but at this point, I consider it to be my own Paradise (soon to be) found. The good news is that Cari and I found a bunch of ex-pats and chill Malians on CouchSurfing.com and we're trying to set up some fun coffee dates for our time in Sikoro to get to know the locals and, if circumstances permit and it feels safe, bum around town. It's been an exciting day.
On a personal note, I also got to spend the time in delay (both yesterday and today in the terminal) catching up with old friends and even making a few new ones. So all things considered, I'm glad I was here rather than on a plane or a beach or in a market somewhere in Casa. I had some great experiences and wouldn't trade them for anything. After all, how often do you get to devirginize a friend by exposing her to Li'l Mamma's "Lip Gloss" for the first time? That's what I thought.
OK, I'm exhausted and totally over every sensory aspect of this terminal, including the seemingly fluorescent light of this computer. I'm going to wrap a sarong around my head, lay down, and hope (read: PRAY) I end up somewhere other than New York.
X Ben X
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So I don't know how common that last name is, but I have a friend in Ontario named Blaine Mailloux. Is there any relation there?
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