"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"

And no sign of South Africa either

(written the other day, even before daniel cook brought to my attention that I hadn't blogged. I am alive for those of you wondering.)

Dilemma One :

For over am month I have been receiving an email from BMI (airline) saying my flight had been rescheduled-- and I assume nothing too out of the ordinary was at stake, except for the fact that my actual flight got canceled-- IMAGINE that. So at the customer service desk, I find that I have been rerouted to Edinburgh rather than Glasgow.

Dilemma Two:

Then I realized I needed to reorganize and get my thinking cap on. I am only allotted 20 KGs as opposed to my last flight which was 23 as opposed to my last flight which was 26 is--God bless Kayde for taking 3 KGs worth of crap (which i expect to get back in the future)-  I keep getting screwed with weights.

But with that said on this travel excursion, I started with 4 bags (small bag, pack, camera bag, purse) plus one princess wrapped care package.

As i'm talking to the BMI customer service agent before I officially checked in-- "I made a plan." That's when I first realized I wasn't in South Africa any longer.

Fact: Saying "Don't worry I'll make a plan" like them South African's do is not humorous to an Englishman. My first reaction was "Well, I thought I was clever."

Oh yeah, back to my 20 KG plan-- process of elimination. My travel pack weighed 16 KGs whilst my camera back weighs about the same. So with some very meticulous* repack at the repacking station and much praying I got everything down to 3 bag. No method or order of where anything is--it's like roulette. It is all luck and no strategy.  I checked one bag and am carrying two. Slightly I will sneak on my second bag, which I’m deeming as a purse.  Anywho back to my sulking about not being in South Africa any longer— I roamed terminal one looking in FCUK. Diving! As well as roaming for a sbux, mainly to find some familiarity. I could find no such thing, I settled on Preg coffee and some carrot juice as sustenance to make my estimated 20 minute trek to my gate only to find out these boots were not made for walking any longer. Then it occurred to me that I left my black flats with Jayde. Oh South Africa. But luckily with my meticulous repack, I had a pair of my elephant tusk sandals—painful to walk in but felt so good. I continue my trek as the bag lady and plop down my things at my gate and have my coffee. Finally I look down at my bags and see an unopened box of rusks. Logically, this shouldn’t be allowed in the way of rusks. I dip my rusk in my cup of coffee and think. For this moment, I am in London Heathrow, awaiting my Scotland adventure,

“I’m not in South Africa any longer.”

I’m not in my bright pink twin-sized bed with three year old Kayla waking me up at 6:30.

 *Meticulous: forcing as much excess as possible with the use of every spare space.