It's been 29 hours so far - I've had three meals of questionable plane food, purchased an absurdly expensive coffee and bag of trail mix, my first dose of doxycycline (the daily anti-malarial I'm supposed to be on for the next 13 months, and definitely not something I'm looking forward to taking because I'm one of those awful nurse patients that hates to take any kind of medication just once, never mind the next 395 days), and I'm STILL not at my final destination. It's been a long day, on and off planes, and in and out of airports - only some of which allow contact with the outside world and know what cold water is. (it's amazing how difficult it is to coordinate things when you don't have e-mail or messaging access... but maybe that stopover was just giving me a taste for what's to come...)
I've finally arrived in country, and in spectacular fashion might I add, managing to wake up the entire team of in-country staff at midnight... sorry team... yeah, yeah, I'm that girl that can't even manage to make it to the hotel without a huge kerfuffle. But here I am, in a real bed, with an extended check-out time, and I fully intend on making use of every one of these last glorious minutes of privacy and time alone. Tomorrow is my final flight to my new home where I will officially meet all those people who I woke up tonight - the team I'm going to be sharing basically everything with for the next while - I know, great first impression hey...
Amen to always requesting a late checkout whether you use it or not!;)