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Thursday, January 2, 2020

Happy New Year!

Happy new year, everyone! It's been quite a while since I posted on this blog and since I decided to spend the bulk of 2020 away from home I figured I'd revive it.  Similarly to when I've traveled in the past, I'm not promising anyone that I'll keep up with posting, but I'll try... at least for a little while. :) If you find yourself looking at some old posts, please give me a lot of grace while you do so.  I often posted from my phone and/ or while I was tired so typos and sentences that don't quite make sense are more common than is comfortable for me. I'm also entirely too lazy to go back and try to fix any of it.

This year new year's eve was an interesting one for me in that I didn't really have one.  I departed Buffalo, NY on December 30 and arrived in Brisbane, Australia on January 1.  At what point in my travels it was December 31 and for how long I really don't know.  I asked a flight attendant if she knew when we'd actually hit midnight and she didn't know, but told me she'd find out. I promptly fell asleep after asking her about it and never revisited the topic except for during landing when she told me she'd stop at the bottle shop on the way home so that she could have a champagne breakfast. I felt like if we met under different circumstances we'd be friends.

All in all my travel to Australia went smoothly, but traveling across the world really kicks your ass no matter how well it plays out. Honestly, worse than the long flight across the Pacific were the domestic flights.  It took me about 11 hours to get to LAX from Buffalo via Atlanta. Ooooof. I was quite lucky to have a nice couple with an 11-month old baby sit next to me.  Henry nursed through take off and then passed out in a milk coma for the majority of the flight.
My layover in Atlanta was mostly summed up by me inhaling Shake Shack too fast and then feeling nauseous for about two hours. Why won't we have one of those in Rochester?? It's so delicious!  The real excitement of being in Atlanta was me realizing that one of my favorite tennis players, Madison Keys, was on the same fight path as me to Brisbane. I discovered this by looking at her Instagram story, which made me feel a little bit like a stalker. I'll admit I got a little giddy realizing that this professional athlete that I've followed for years was going to be in the same space I was.  It felt serendipitous and like some kind of surreal stamp of approval for my trip by the universe, seeing as my main motivation for coming to Australia was to go to the Australian Open.  I tried to avoid being a total spazz and respect her space, but a friend of a friend who knows her encouraged me to say hi and ask her for a picture if I saw her.  I didn't think that I would because I assumed that she was hanging out in the first class lounge, but after coming back from the bathroom and moving my seat I turned at the exact right moment and saw her walking by.  I cringe because I know I sounded like the exact person I didn't want to be,"Hi Madison, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan..." Vomit. Of course she was super nice and took a picture with me. I'm clearly cheesing in this picture. I'm going to have to work on that.

When I arrived at LAX and was staring down a 14-hour flight I took advantage of the opportunity to upgrade to an exit row seat. When the cabin doors closed my seat mate and I were lucky enough to have an empty middle seat between us. We were also practically ecstatic when the pilot informed us that our documented flight time of 14 hours and 10 minutes was downgraded to 12 hours and 45 minutes. Don't ask me how that happened. They didn't even say they were making that time up in the air. It was as if we had the wrong estimated flight time from the beginning.

I can't complain about the long flight because I actually slept through most of it, which really surprised me. It seems that the extra leg room really made a difference - well, that, a new travel pillow, and a sleeping pill. (Side note: I cannot recommend the Trtl Travel Pillow enough, particularly for a girl like me who has a long neck and for whom traditional travel pillows do nothing.  You can check out a review of it here. I agree with the reviewer's comments about the downsides being packability and the pillow cumbersome when trying to wear headphones, but something he didn't say was how amazingly soft the fleece is.  It helped keep me warm on the cold, cold plane ride.) The last time I had a major flight like that was when I flew to Hong Kong and I remember being awake much more than this time. I legitimately think I slept for about 8 or 9 hours out of the trip and mainly in two chunks of about 3 to 4 hours at a time.  Sleeping this well really helped me be more rested for a full first day as well as keeping me from being super irritable.

After I landed I had another few hours of a layover and then was off to Prosperpine, which took about 1.5 hours. I slept through most of that flight, but managed to wake up for the snack. Weird that I would do that, huh? LOL Two notes about Virgin Australia: 1) The service was excellent. 2) The food was not. The two meals on the flight over the Pacific were gross. They aligned well with the stereotype of airline food being disgusting.  When I flew to Air China a few years ago their food was quite yummy so I probably had unrealistic expectations.  Something that was pretty cool was that on the long flight Virgin Australia had a little compartment in the bulkhead where they left water, juice, muesli bars, and fruit so that if you woke up during the flight and needed a little sustenance you could just go up and grab it. I'd never seen that before. On my flight from Brisbane to Prosperpine they offered a snack of a muesli bar or chickpea salt and vinegar bites.  I took the salt and vinegar bites.  They were really interesting in that I didn't love them, but I can imagine slowly becoming addicted to them. They definitely grew on me the more I ate.  I don't know if this was a move motivated by improving healthy decision-making, but I was also offered water, coffee, tea, or juice on this flight. I desperately wanted a Coke, but it was $4! So I passed and had water instead. I was pretty proud of myself because throughout the entire trip I did a really good job of mainly drinking water.  I only had ginger ale on one flight because my stomach was feeling unsettled.

As always seems to happen, my plan was to write about my entire first day in Australia, but it's 7:42 PM and I'm finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.  Spoiler alert: I did a great job staying up yesterday and didn't go to sleep at all until about 8:30 PM. I slept through the night like a rock and woke up a 5:30 AM ready to go. Of course, I told myself to F off and made myself go back to sleep for a few hours. My stimulant for my narcolepsy helps me adjust to the time change much better than if I had to deal with the jet lag 100% naturally, but it still seems to be creeping up on me. Days 1 and 2 will have to wait until next time. G'night!

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Coming to America... Today!

Today Melissa and I begin the long journey home. I will spend about 30 hours on planes and in airports as I leave Punta Arenas and bid my final farewell to Chile in Santiago. Then, I'll get the privilege of experiencing Peruvian immigration and customs as I take a pit stop in Lima. I'll enter the good old US of A via Miami, where I'll get the pleasure of visiting with immigration and customs again. From Miami it'll be smooth flying to Philly, where I will proceed to spit on any Flyers gear I see, and then off to Rochester after a relatively quick layover. Easy-peasy, right?

I would appreciate any prayers for a safe, easy, and comfortable flight. 

If I can manage, I'll write some more posts along the way because there's still so much more to say about our South American Adventure! 

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Day One: Sort Of

It's difficult for me to succinctly summarize how the last 24 hours has been. I was so incredibly thankful to get off my flight to Miami that I couldn't really think about much more. As much as I love traveling and experiencing new places, I'm not an awesome flier. I actually kind of hate it, but I recognize that it's a crucial part of international travel. My problems are that I have a hard time sitting in the same position, I get antsy, I'm not patient when others are fidgety, and I have to be exhausted to fall asleep on a plane. So, you know, I'm obviously awesome on long trips.

When I landed in Miami I was so excited to be on the ground and not sharing a seat with a stranger any more. By the way, I forgot to mention in my last post that said stranger coughed every couple minutes the whole flight. So, not only did I experience the shaking of his entire body on a regular basis, but I also had the benefit of potential catching all of his germs. 

Miami was challenging because I had a five hour layover that turned into six, which meant that I had to stay up until 2:00 AM, and I had been awake since 5:15 AM. Those conditions do not make a happy Katie. But the benefit of that happening is that I passed out on the plane before we even took off. All I remember of that flight was being awoken at 3:30 AM for an in-flight meal (a full chicken dinner), finishing it, and waking up again 20 minutes before we touched down. I can owe my ability to sleep like this on the plane to exhaustion, a Dramamine, and my altitude medicine. 

Because my flight to Lima was delayed by an hour I missed my flight to Cusco. Strangely, I was wicked chill about it. I think it's because I knew the airline would put me on another flight and it's not like I had a deadline for anything. I ended up being put on a flight that arrived in Cusco about an hour after I was originally supposed to, but it worked out grand because my hostel room wasn't going to be ready before then anyway. 

Once I reached my hostel (after paying entirely too much for a taxi, but as Melissa said - I paid a fee commensurate to its value at the time) I crashed for about an hour. I tried to rally, but I was just so entirely spent. Plus, I could almost immediately feel the effects of the elevation. My apartment in Rochester is at right about 500 feet, whereas my hostel in Cusco is at 11,000 feet. So yeah, my body keeps asking me, "what the fuck, Katie??" I know the altitude medicine is helping, but at the same time if I walk up a flight of stairs my heart pounds for about 5 minutes after.  Almost everything I've read focuses on taking your time, relaxing, taking the altitude meds, hydrating, and then drinking coca tea. I haven't had the tea yet, but everyone swears by it. Even the guy at Passport Health told me about it as an option. 

So, as an attempt to take all of the advice, I've walked around a little bit today, but I've also sat and watched people a lot. Here are a few picture from my first day (aka: my first 5 hours in Peru).
 
Waking up to the Andes was breathtaking. It is phenomenal that people ever settled in these lands. The topography is so striking because it looks exactly like a topographical map, which I know sounds kind of assanine, but I was still surprised how steep the mountains were and how there are practically no valleys between the peaks.
 
I ate lunch at a restaurant in the Plaza de Armas and you can see what a dump this place is. LOL  I couldn't have asked for a better view and it was 68 degrees so my late lunch was all open air. 
 
This was my lunch. I decided I needed something substantial to rebound from all the travel stress. It was really tasty, but I call BS on that steak really being beef. It was enjoyable, but I have never tasted beef quite like that... 
 
This is the hill back to my hostel. My poor little heart required me to climb at a glacial pace. 
 
There are dogs everywhere throughout Cusco. I was warned about not petting stray dogs, but I don't think most of these did are strays. They're generally well fed and taken care of and they all seem to get along. Additionally, they couldn't be less interested in humans, which surprised me. They don't beg or sniff around the humans at all. 

I'm starting to get cold - the temperature is dropping with the setting sun. The wifi is stronger outside of my room, so I've been sitting outside and writing. I'm going to cap it for now. Tomorrow should get more exciting because Melissa arrives!! See you on the flip flop. 

Monday, December 19, 2016

Welcome to Miami (bienvenido a Miami)

Things are good so far. I'm staying positive, except to say - I just had to share my seat on a three hour plane ride. Not like, oh somebody is touching me. More like, as I approached my seat I saw this guy taking up his seat and half of mine. As I approached I expected him to make at least a feigned attempt at making room, but no, he did not. In addition to this guy being a solid 350 pounds, maybe even pushing 400, the guy next to him wasn't much smaller.  I spent a three hour plane ride being pushed into the aisle, except to say there was an arm rest taking out my appendix whilst keeping me mostly contained in the seating area.  

Here's to hoping Miami to Lima is a much more enjoyable ride. 

Leaving On A Jet Plane

My trip has gotten off to a pretty solid start so far. It feels like it's been quite a while since I've made substantial trip and when I look at the last date I published a post on this blog, it has been two and a half years. That means that I'm a bit anxious about this all. Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited, but I'm a bit antsy about all of the connections. I think I'll feel less anxious and more excited about this trip once I get to our hostel in Cusco.

But, it's been a strong start so far. According to this picture I'm obviously ready for a backpacking adventure. 
 
I consider it a substantial accomplishment that my pack weighed less than 30 pounds, despite being stuffed to the brim.
 

My flight from Rochester to NYC - LaGuardia was quite uneventful, which I'll take any day. The one bummer from the day so far was that Delta offered me a $700 (!) credit to switch my flights, but I was nervous about landing in Miami with only 1:45 to spare. It would have been sooooo worth it if it worked, but I wasn't confident that I could land, collect my baggage, change terminals, check in, and make it through security in time. It's a bummer, but I'm happy to still be on track for my trip. πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ