From Quito to New York [Travelblog]
Aug. 18th, 2006 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beelikejI have breakfast with Joff and Rosa. I ask her if I can have an early lunch, because I want to leave around one for the airport. Of course she's fine with that. I spend my morning walking around Quito, taking some final pictures of places I like. I also go to the huge supermarket to buy 'souvenirs': wahey; glittery toothpaste, probable made with some substance that's illegal in the Netherlands, but it is *so* cool I have to buy it:-)
I also allow myself a visit to the internetcafé that I managed to ignore most of the time. And to prove that sitting behind a computer is not necessarily a bad thing: Hans is online, so we can make arrangements where to meet in New York tonight!
Around 11.30 I get back to Rosa's. She already has food on the table and asks me to leave a comment in her guestbook. I nervously write something down and to my surprise and relieve she tells me my Spanish is fine. Pfew.
After lunch I finish packing my backpack. Because of new airport-safety-regulations hardly anything is allowed in handluggage (due to the arrests of some people in London who apparently hid liquid explosives) so I try to stuff all my -ehm- stuff in two backpacks. I leave notes for Helene and Joff, say goodbye to Rosa and take the bus and trolleybus to the airport.
After check-in I have to pay airport-tax, not $25 dollars, but 31$ now. No comment. While searching my handluggage and coat, the security-guy finds nailscissors in my emergency first-aid and clothing-repairkit I always carry with me. (I only remembered I had that on me after I had checked in my big bags) He also confiscates a needle and a very dangerous big paperclip. After some deliberation with a collegue he does allow me to bring my sunglasses-repairkit... woohoo./sarcasm.
Statistics: boarding around 3 p.m., take off 3.35 p.m. Arrival Panama City 5.30 p.m., transfer around 7.18 p.m. Before boarding there is another security-check. Another dangerous paperclip is confiscated. (Strangely enough: neither the man in Quito nor the woman in Panama City notice the nailfile in my wallet. I think I can do a lot more harm with that... sssht)
WTF: while I'm waiting to board, one of the bags of a large group of passengers is starting to move and bark: huh? Let's recap: paperclip no, aggresive dogs yes. I thought there was something like cargo for the transport of non-humans and what about quarantine? It must be me, but I don't want no motherfucking dogs on my motherfucking plane. There, I've said it. And to make matters worse they showed Dr. Doolittle 3. Stop laughing. Seriously. Shut. Up. It's not funny.
There are acually people enjoying this flight. Not me. Especially not when I discover vegetables in my chicken-lasagna. Ehw. The tasty steward is a small comfort: at least there is something that I enjoy to watch :-p
I arrive at JFK-airport at 1.30 a.m.
Next day: New York & Hans!
Pictures week 3
I also allow myself a visit to the internetcafé that I managed to ignore most of the time. And to prove that sitting behind a computer is not necessarily a bad thing: Hans is online, so we can make arrangements where to meet in New York tonight!
Around 11.30 I get back to Rosa's. She already has food on the table and asks me to leave a comment in her guestbook. I nervously write something down and to my surprise and relieve she tells me my Spanish is fine. Pfew.
After lunch I finish packing my backpack. Because of new airport-safety-regulations hardly anything is allowed in handluggage (due to the arrests of some people in London who apparently hid liquid explosives) so I try to stuff all my -ehm- stuff in two backpacks. I leave notes for Helene and Joff, say goodbye to Rosa and take the bus and trolleybus to the airport.
After check-in I have to pay airport-tax, not $25 dollars, but 31$ now. No comment. While searching my handluggage and coat, the security-guy finds nailscissors in my emergency first-aid and clothing-repairkit I always carry with me. (I only remembered I had that on me after I had checked in my big bags) He also confiscates a needle and a very dangerous big paperclip. After some deliberation with a collegue he does allow me to bring my sunglasses-repairkit... woohoo./sarcasm.
Statistics: boarding around 3 p.m., take off 3.35 p.m. Arrival Panama City 5.30 p.m., transfer around 7.18 p.m. Before boarding there is another security-check. Another dangerous paperclip is confiscated. (Strangely enough: neither the man in Quito nor the woman in Panama City notice the nailfile in my wallet. I think I can do a lot more harm with that... sssht)
WTF: while I'm waiting to board, one of the bags of a large group of passengers is starting to move and bark: huh? Let's recap: paperclip no, aggresive dogs yes. I thought there was something like cargo for the transport of non-humans and what about quarantine? It must be me, but I don't want no motherfucking dogs on my motherfucking plane. There, I've said it. And to make matters worse they showed Dr. Doolittle 3. Stop laughing. Seriously. Shut. Up. It's not funny.
There are acually people enjoying this flight. Not me. Especially not when I discover vegetables in my chicken-lasagna. Ehw. The tasty steward is a small comfort: at least there is something that I enjoy to watch :-p
I arrive at JFK-airport at 1.30 a.m.
Next day: New York & Hans!
Pictures week 3