Fly Away…

The day has come and I’m here sitting in the airport. I arrived extra early because there was supposed to be traffic…there was none. I stood in a really long line of  what I am assuming were mostly Chinese people. (I’m flying on Air China). I finally get to the counter and I’m told that my travel pack is 3 kilos overweight. I have no idea about how much a kilo is because I’m American and we are clueless about the metric system. She asks me if I can try to shift stuff around, but i only have a small canvas tote bag with me. I stare blankly at her, realizing I’m going to have to check all of my worldly goods, knowing full well I may never see them again. She must see the look of fear, because she says that if I can get it under 10 kilos she will let me take it on board. So I stumble away from the desk, racking my brain trying to come up with an idea. Then I remember why I got this particular pack…it has a removable day pack on the front! I zip it off, shove it in my tote, and weigh it. Low and behold its 9.5 kilos. Success! I triumphantly walk back to the desk and she gives me the go ahead.

Now I’m sitting at the gate, it’s going to be a long few hours…see you on the other side.

UPDATE:

My brother is flying from the other coast and his flight takes off soon. I asked him for a decent photo and this is what he sent…

I then asked him if it was too much to ask for a photo where he looks happy and this is what I got…

Safe Travels B