Kenya is the name of my dorm. Why they think it's a good plan to put you into another country as soon as you arrive in this one I'm not sure. But I don't know how long I'll be in here, it all depends on if I RA or not.
The eight hour flight to Germany was not bad at all. Except having a window seat has its disadvantages. Such as really needing to go to the bath room, while having two men sleeping between you and the aisle. But the movies selection was fantastic! Three fulllength features in one trip. Airline food= weird.
I didn't talk to the man that sat next to me until the last 5 minutes of the flight, when I learned he is from Hungary. Needless to say I would have liked to know this before.
Also I seem to have a problem with my gate being changed. Frankfurt Germany is the weirdest airport ever. My ticket said gate A40, so I head that way, at Gate 36 I see the first departure board in the whole airport and look for my flight... A4. So then I have to turn around and go all that way back, and no one spoke English. Not a fan.
I arrived in Budapest at 9:00AM local time which equals 3:00 AM Indiana time. After meeting up with the WOL people I fell asleep in their car, and drooled. Good first impression. The man laughed at me, but doesn't speak English, so couldn't really make fun of me. Then I fell asleep in a bed at campus.
I am drasticlly jet-lagged and am going to bed. More later. ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
O'Hare Gate C10
I just experienced my first real moment of panic. I have spent the last fiveish hours at Gate B17 because thats where the nice lady told me to go. Well the nice lady lied. There is a flight to Frankfurt flying out of gate B17 today. At 3:40. My flight leaves Gate C10 at 2:39. Needless to say this 'nice lady''s actions could have caused serious problems if I was not so observant. Also if my laptop had not died and I didn't need to go on an outlet search(because there are none in the gates). But luckily my hunt led me past one of the arrival/departure boards and I double-checked. Realizing something was odd I pulled out my handydandy clipboard(told you it would come in handy Dad) and checked my flight number. And then basically power walked across the whole airport to end up 3 gates down from the gate I flew into from Indy. Lets just say I am not happy with the 'nice lady'.
Terminal 17A O'Hare Airport
I held out till 10:45. But most of that was due to the horribly complicated nature of the Wi-Fi in Chicago. Creating user names and paying and what-not. But thanks to the heroic efforts of my father I will not go into Facebook withdraw (even though I have it on my phone) and you will get to hear about this next leg of my journey.
Fortunately I was not seated next to the flower-smelling woman on my flight from Indianapolis, but next to an older gentleman who asked me if I had a pen he could borrow before we took off, filled in three words of his cross word, and promptly fell asleep. Holding my pen. Which he gave back after he was jolted awake by the landing of our plane. This is the only significant thing that occured on the flight. No cookies, no pretzels, no coke, nada. What is the point of a flight with out these things, I don't know what air-travel is coming to.
My arrival in Chicago made up for the boringness of my flight. I am currently on hour three of my seven hour layover, and due to this dramatic amount of time, my next flight is no where to be found on the departure board. I was told that I should probably hang out around terminals 16 and 17 on concourse B, so that's where I am. But for some reason this airport seems to have a distinct lack of outlets. So I wandered the concourse looking for one. With my carry-ons. Making it quite obvious I have never done this before. Luckily I am still in the United States, where my incapabilities don't automatically peg me for a easy target to steal, or some such thing.
While sitting in my terminal, surrounded by a lot of people speaking Japanese (I'm pretty sure that's the next flight out of 17B) I complied a list of observations.
1. If you are wearing enough lipstick to stain the lid of your Starbuck's cup bright pink, you are wearing too much.
2. If your flight leaves at 6:15AM, and you don't speak English well, you should arrive at security well before 6:00AM. Especially if you have small children and don't empty their sippy cups, which are well over three ounces.
3. If you have small kids that run around like they have nothing better to do then knock over innocent 18-year old girls, who are stressed out enough about traveling by themselves for the first time, put them on a leash.
4. If you are going to use the moving sidewalk thing and still walk while you're on it, make sure you time it so you don't fall when you try to get off.
5. If you just want a plain old regular coke, make sure it's worth the energy to talk 52358245305902 miles around the concourse to find one.
Time to go check the Departure Board again. A huge group just cleared out for Honolulu, so I could possibly find some information on my flight now. But maybe not, the lady from United did say that the people from Ldskjbgfuisghr( I'm not sure the name of the airline I'm flying on next, but it starts with 'L' ) don't usually show up till two hours before the flight, which means I still have at least one, maybe two. If I get bored enough I might be back to ramble again. If not I'll be writing from Word of Life HUNGARY next!
Fortunately I was not seated next to the flower-smelling woman on my flight from Indianapolis, but next to an older gentleman who asked me if I had a pen he could borrow before we took off, filled in three words of his cross word, and promptly fell asleep. Holding my pen. Which he gave back after he was jolted awake by the landing of our plane. This is the only significant thing that occured on the flight. No cookies, no pretzels, no coke, nada. What is the point of a flight with out these things, I don't know what air-travel is coming to.
My arrival in Chicago made up for the boringness of my flight. I am currently on hour three of my seven hour layover, and due to this dramatic amount of time, my next flight is no where to be found on the departure board. I was told that I should probably hang out around terminals 16 and 17 on concourse B, so that's where I am. But for some reason this airport seems to have a distinct lack of outlets. So I wandered the concourse looking for one. With my carry-ons. Making it quite obvious I have never done this before. Luckily I am still in the United States, where my incapabilities don't automatically peg me for a easy target to steal, or some such thing.
While sitting in my terminal, surrounded by a lot of people speaking Japanese (I'm pretty sure that's the next flight out of 17B) I complied a list of observations.
1. If you are wearing enough lipstick to stain the lid of your Starbuck's cup bright pink, you are wearing too much.
2. If your flight leaves at 6:15AM, and you don't speak English well, you should arrive at security well before 6:00AM. Especially if you have small children and don't empty their sippy cups, which are well over three ounces.
3. If you have small kids that run around like they have nothing better to do then knock over innocent 18-year old girls, who are stressed out enough about traveling by themselves for the first time, put them on a leash.
4. If you are going to use the moving sidewalk thing and still walk while you're on it, make sure you time it so you don't fall when you try to get off.
5. If you just want a plain old regular coke, make sure it's worth the energy to talk 52358245305902 miles around the concourse to find one.
Time to go check the Departure Board again. A huge group just cleared out for Honolulu, so I could possibly find some information on my flight now. But maybe not, the lady from United did say that the people from Ldskjbgfuisghr( I'm not sure the name of the airline I'm flying on next, but it starts with 'L' ) don't usually show up till two hours before the flight, which means I still have at least one, maybe two. If I get bored enough I might be back to ramble again. If not I'll be writing from Word of Life HUNGARY next!
Gate A25 Indianapolis (wayyyyyyyyy to early)
Hello there, and welcome to my blogspot. I have never done this before, so we'll see how it goes. Let me start by giving you some background on why I have begun to blog. (Is that right? Begun? Began? Begin? That's one of those tricky words.)
I am currently sitting on the floor of Gate A25 in the Indianapolis International Airport waiting my flight to Chicago to board. From Chicago I will be flying to Frankfurt, Germany, and from there to Budapest, Hungary. I am attending Word of Life Bible Institute for the 2011-2012 school year.
Quick tangent, I just found a card in my bag that my mother snuck (another of those tricky words, it has the red squiggly underline) into my bag, and now I'm sure the people around me think I'm emotionally unbalanced because I am about to cry.
But anyway, long story short, this blog is to keep anyone who is interested updated on my life and travels. I'm not promising you anything great or wonderful, just my thoughts, hopes and dreams.
I have less then 15 minutes till my flight begins boarding, and I really need to try to organize myself a little bit, so ya'll will just have to wait for more till my 7 hour layover in Chicago, where I'm sure I'll run out of productive things to do in about an hour and a half tops, which will send me here to ramble, like I'm doing now.
Next Stop Chicago!
(The lady next to me smells very strongly of lilacs, which I like as much as the next person, but I hope I am not seated by her on the plane.)
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