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Camp part 2
So, this post will probably be more coherent, even though \i forgot all my notes on the other computer. We'll see.
About counselors, it would probably take forever and bore you to death, if I were to describe all of them, but I have to mention two more.
Andy (Anders) and Espen
They are the crazy, awesome dudes from Germany. Andy is obsessed with gymnastics (it will make sense some paragraphs down) and has favorites. Espen can be a bit strict and is a quarter vampire(not really). he is also subject of another "accent" joke from camp.
"Good one" said with the accent......Someone else: "5 push ups"
See in his cabin, he made a bunch of push-up rules, like if you enter the cabin in shoes, mock his accent, curse, and etc. So more then often you would here "Insert name, 5 push ups" Not that I think most did them, cause I think one kid owed Espen like 60 push ups. Then one time, according to the boys, Noah (let's call him that) walked into the cabin in the morning in his shoes, while Espen was still half asleep. Without oppening his eyes or even moving, Espen says "5 push ups" to Noah in the shoes. Like I said counselors are awesome. Nowhere else can you find such a insane, immature, hilarious group of twenty year-olds. It's a huge part of what makes me love camp so much.
As previously mentioned, the first week passed without my significance worth mentioning, well except for Friday. One of the lovely things about "middle of nowhere West Virginia" is the never ending rain, that is supposed to be over by the middle of June, but decided to stay around. It went on and off, then entire week. Saoking all my things, which then refuses to dry, because nothing ever dries there. But Friday it showed it's full rage. It had been sprinling during art, but by the time with had to ride horses it was pouring and thundering. So we waited a bit, but alas no cease, which ment we couldn't really do anything outdoors, which is everything. Instead we were all herded to the dinning hall to do nothing, and conveniently Andy decided it would be lovely to show of his gymnastics team, which he has back in Denmark. At first it was OK, it was a different kind of gymnastics they mostly did flips and floor exercises. But then it went on and on and on and on for ETERNITY AND IT WAS ALL THE SAME THING. People just moved around doing the same stuff, only the music changed. Soon everyone was bore dot sleep, but the counclers started a drama of their own. Out of nowhere they started running around pouring pitchers of water on each pitcher. They were spilling it everywhere, like a bunch of five-year olds. Well at least it was much more interesting then the video. But that was not it, suddenly Espen and Andy grab Solene (Our Frenchie from France, she is a camper) by her legs and feet, take her over to the kitchen, dump her into one of the industrial sinks and turn the water on, so she is soaking. Legal? W ho knows. Amusing? Yeah! I don't remember the rest exactly, but later when the sun came out, they grab Stuart (A girl!) a dump her in puddles.
That evening, since it was the last one for the week, we had our talent show. Which was mostly too many blonde jokes and skits (That we were supposed to prepare, but....) It was a waste of time, but after it we had a ceremony of Lights (candles) which was so cheesy, but said. we held candles and our camp director gave a speech. then we went over to the campfire. It was sad though, because all the people who were my friends were leaving the next day, and because a bunch of new people were coming.
The next morning was a mix of desperately finishing packing and running around for emails and hugs for most. Except for the eleven of us, that were staying over for the next week. Rather quickly we left for our day trip. First it was nice and sunny and we went to visit the Radio Telescope, which was supposedly fun and educational. After it was time for lunch, and the sky's began to cry. I mean it was pouring hard, luckily there were pavilions at the picnic area. Bu the end of our meal, it hadn't ceased, so we couldn't explore the ancient rail station, we were at. But we still ran over to the store, once more getting completely covered in water to get ice cream. Though it made it not matter, for it was such a delight for a change. Finally we went over to Snowshoe, where we were supposed to swim in the pool. But alas somewhere in the 15 mile radius dampened our plans. We wandered through the town, then went back where we had movie night. Also that night the five of us had only Jess, the CIT, in the cabin so we stayed up talking like for two hours.
The next morning started to feel like a bad one, evil meaning new people meaning change was coming and it felt wrong. but quickly everything turned around in a spontaneous water fight. Counselors and kids were running around pouring water on each other from water guns, water bottles, and anything else. Once Espen ran into the kitchen to get more water, and Lesley and Sam were making a cake for Espen and Andy, who were having birthdays the next to days.
They ask, "Are you allergic to eggs?" He denies it, gets their plans and start to leave, but quickly they chase after him and smear cake mix on his head. Soon eggs entered the fight, which were either thrown at the boy's cabins and cracked on people's heads, along with cake flour. In fact Lesley was almost growing a cake on her head. it was loads of fun and probably if any of the new people were to come so early they would freak-out. But the only signs left were the ubiquitous egg shells on the ground. After we went up to the pond, where the war continued, by flipping over people's tubes and pushing everyone of the dock. Lesley's shoe fell in and was never found. But all good must end, and we soon had to go down to clean up and get ready for new people. There was more bad news, as I was to be moved to an extra cabin that was being open. Since it would be the largest week ever, this resulted me in almost freaking out, as all my friends stayed. But since I was the first one there, I got the best bunk ever and quickly settled in. For the next two hours I wandered sort of pointlessly, waiting for someone on the shuttle, which was late. Finally I went out another time, to hang out a towel that still hadn't dried. I just heard the shuttle arrived, and then I noticed her. Five seconds later, I realized who it was, and at once I was running over. Immediately Beth realized and we embraced in a hug. In case you missed it, Beth is the single most awesome counseoer for last year. And for now it didn't matter, how rather awful things were, I was happy. So for the next hour, I wandered after her,talking, she showed me the shack, that she was staying over at. She had come for only two weeks this time, as she wasn't staying here the whole summer. Here is the infamous shack:
Content: too many mice, two beds with real mattresses unlike those things on our bunks, lovely spiders, no windows, one special counselor.
And this is Beth (right) and Cynthia (left) deeply concentrated on the complex game of spoons.
I have to add that in the afternoon it started raining, which complemented the mood in perfection.
Our cabin now was a smaller one with 11 people, while the two larger ones had 18. we had for annoying girls from Spain, who talked about everyone (well it seamed that way), 2 best friends, and 2 nice, girls, who actually became my friends. And that was basivcly it for one bumpy week-end.
About counselors, it would probably take forever and bore you to death, if I were to describe all of them, but I have to mention two more.
Andy (Anders) and Espen
They are the crazy, awesome dudes from Germany. Andy is obsessed with gymnastics (it will make sense some paragraphs down) and has favorites. Espen can be a bit strict and is a quarter vampire(not really). he is also subject of another "accent" joke from camp.
"Good one" said with the accent......Someone else: "5 push ups"
See in his cabin, he made a bunch of push-up rules, like if you enter the cabin in shoes, mock his accent, curse, and etc. So more then often you would here "Insert name, 5 push ups" Not that I think most did them, cause I think one kid owed Espen like 60 push ups. Then one time, according to the boys, Noah (let's call him that) walked into the cabin in the morning in his shoes, while Espen was still half asleep. Without oppening his eyes or even moving, Espen says "5 push ups" to Noah in the shoes. Like I said counselors are awesome. Nowhere else can you find such a insane, immature, hilarious group of twenty year-olds. It's a huge part of what makes me love camp so much.
As previously mentioned, the first week passed without my significance worth mentioning, well except for Friday. One of the lovely things about "middle of nowhere West Virginia" is the never ending rain, that is supposed to be over by the middle of June, but decided to stay around. It went on and off, then entire week. Saoking all my things, which then refuses to dry, because nothing ever dries there. But Friday it showed it's full rage. It had been sprinling during art, but by the time with had to ride horses it was pouring and thundering. So we waited a bit, but alas no cease, which ment we couldn't really do anything outdoors, which is everything. Instead we were all herded to the dinning hall to do nothing, and conveniently Andy decided it would be lovely to show of his gymnastics team, which he has back in Denmark. At first it was OK, it was a different kind of gymnastics they mostly did flips and floor exercises. But then it went on and on and on and on for ETERNITY AND IT WAS ALL THE SAME THING. People just moved around doing the same stuff, only the music changed. Soon everyone was bore dot sleep, but the counclers started a drama of their own. Out of nowhere they started running around pouring pitchers of water on each pitcher. They were spilling it everywhere, like a bunch of five-year olds. Well at least it was much more interesting then the video. But that was not it, suddenly Espen and Andy grab Solene (Our Frenchie from France, she is a camper) by her legs and feet, take her over to the kitchen, dump her into one of the industrial sinks and turn the water on, so she is soaking. Legal? W ho knows. Amusing? Yeah! I don't remember the rest exactly, but later when the sun came out, they grab Stuart (A girl!) a dump her in puddles.
That evening, since it was the last one for the week, we had our talent show. Which was mostly too many blonde jokes and skits (That we were supposed to prepare, but....) It was a waste of time, but after it we had a ceremony of Lights (candles) which was so cheesy, but said. we held candles and our camp director gave a speech. then we went over to the campfire. It was sad though, because all the people who were my friends were leaving the next day, and because a bunch of new people were coming.
The next morning was a mix of desperately finishing packing and running around for emails and hugs for most. Except for the eleven of us, that were staying over for the next week. Rather quickly we left for our day trip. First it was nice and sunny and we went to visit the Radio Telescope, which was supposedly fun and educational. After it was time for lunch, and the sky's began to cry. I mean it was pouring hard, luckily there were pavilions at the picnic area. Bu the end of our meal, it hadn't ceased, so we couldn't explore the ancient rail station, we were at. But we still ran over to the store, once more getting completely covered in water to get ice cream. Though it made it not matter, for it was such a delight for a change. Finally we went over to Snowshoe, where we were supposed to swim in the pool. But alas somewhere in the 15 mile radius dampened our plans. We wandered through the town, then went back where we had movie night. Also that night the five of us had only Jess, the CIT, in the cabin so we stayed up talking like for two hours.
The next morning started to feel like a bad one, evil meaning new people meaning change was coming and it felt wrong. but quickly everything turned around in a spontaneous water fight. Counselors and kids were running around pouring water on each other from water guns, water bottles, and anything else. Once Espen ran into the kitchen to get more water, and Lesley and Sam were making a cake for Espen and Andy, who were having birthdays the next to days.
They ask, "Are you allergic to eggs?" He denies it, gets their plans and start to leave, but quickly they chase after him and smear cake mix on his head. Soon eggs entered the fight, which were either thrown at the boy's cabins and cracked on people's heads, along with cake flour. In fact Lesley was almost growing a cake on her head. it was loads of fun and probably if any of the new people were to come so early they would freak-out. But the only signs left were the ubiquitous egg shells on the ground. After we went up to the pond, where the war continued, by flipping over people's tubes and pushing everyone of the dock. Lesley's shoe fell in and was never found. But all good must end, and we soon had to go down to clean up and get ready for new people. There was more bad news, as I was to be moved to an extra cabin that was being open. Since it would be the largest week ever, this resulted me in almost freaking out, as all my friends stayed. But since I was the first one there, I got the best bunk ever and quickly settled in. For the next two hours I wandered sort of pointlessly, waiting for someone on the shuttle, which was late. Finally I went out another time, to hang out a towel that still hadn't dried. I just heard the shuttle arrived, and then I noticed her. Five seconds later, I realized who it was, and at once I was running over. Immediately Beth realized and we embraced in a hug. In case you missed it, Beth is the single most awesome counseoer for last year. And for now it didn't matter, how rather awful things were, I was happy. So for the next hour, I wandered after her,talking, she showed me the shack, that she was staying over at. She had come for only two weeks this time, as she wasn't staying here the whole summer. Here is the infamous shack:
Content: too many mice, two beds with real mattresses unlike those things on our bunks, lovely spiders, no windows, one special counselor.
And this is Beth (right) and Cynthia (left) deeply concentrated on the complex game of spoons.
I have to add that in the afternoon it started raining, which complemented the mood in perfection.
Our cabin now was a smaller one with 11 people, while the two larger ones had 18. we had for annoying girls from Spain, who talked about everyone (well it seamed that way), 2 best friends, and 2 nice, girls, who actually became my friends. And that was basivcly it for one bumpy week-end.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Finally
I couldn't write this before, not because I didn't have the time, believe me I had more then I wanted of it. For me this camp is very special, sacred and I was afraid that if I write about it, I might begin to bawl again, like on the last day. But probably it had to do with the fact that its so much to write about, that it would take a novel to cover those two short weeks. And afraid to loose it all or deal with the reality that I couldn't possibly remember all the details. For no where else do two weeks go by like a minute, yet in the end seam at least like several months. Thats what made it so hard to leave, because the bonds had time to grow deep and permanent with both friends and counselors. Now I might as well get on topic.
About three or four hours from Washington DC, in "The middle of nowhere", West Virginia; surrounded by hillbillies and some important radio telescope where the nearest Walmart is an hour away, exist a place like no others: Camp Hidden Meadows
I found it last year accidentally on the internet. My mom was first reluctant as she had no real credentials, but all expectations were soon turned around. I adored the camp more then anything else, it was a total euphoria. Both from it being such a different experience and because of it's wonderfulness. It's no lie, that this year I was a bit disappointed by all the change. They were silly things, but for one all the counselors were new, though they seldom come back anyway. But both Beth and Shane my two faves from last year were gone, not there. This year they also added two new cabins for girls, as the camp is growing. (In fact one of my two weeks we had the most people ever: 75! My little baby is growing up) While #6 and 7 (the cabins) felt more cramped, as they fit more people, there was one huge perk: They had nice, new showers actually in the cabins...woot! And then there were changes, on the random side.
Look at the above. What color does it look? Well it is the YELLOW house, that is how it was painted and it wasn't changed since. Except now the paint has pealed enough to make it the WHITE house.(ha, no doubt as fancy as the real White House) So now the name was used interchangeably. I then came to the conclusion that creme house works or as Beth said The House, everyone knows what it is. It is the camp store/ administration/laundry/ had a COMPUTER house. Yeah that sums it up.
But before you get bored to death, about the camp itself. I did a lot of things: Wall climbing, high ropes course, horse back riding, archery, mountain biking, art, farm, sailing/canoing/kayaking,rock climbing, caving, I think that sums it up pretty much. Except for our white water rafting trip, but that is a different story. And this activities are rather common for camps, like I said before there are so many other things that make it special. Oh and of course there is the 1000 foot zip line, which is like the largest in the area or something. Here is a video taken on it, by Jess...I think.
It is totally awesome and not a bit scary.
Now if you are still reading this some interesting stuff. Our counselors came from all around the world.
Lesley: An awesome Scottish girl, whose accent (something with not really pronouncing t's became part of a joke)
Random kid: Lesley...
Lesley: No.
Random kid: Say ghetto.
Lesley: (fine) Ghe-o
I have no idea how it started, but it became the inside joke to call things Ghe-o.
Sam: Another wonderful counselor from England, she headed the movement to wake up our cabin with water guns.
Jenny (that is not how you actually spell her name): Is the sweet one from, Germany.
Nicola: She is also from England, and hates being stuck with horses everyday. Then again she is the one who seams not to care about the councler/camper thing. She will sneak with you around at night, what happened to the squirrel (a kid named Josh) in the dark.
Ok so thats all for now, I need sleep. In the next edition: Crazy Danishmen, A surprising arival, and cake fun.
Do share thoughts and comments on your own camp experiences
About three or four hours from Washington DC, in "The middle of nowhere", West Virginia; surrounded by hillbillies and some important radio telescope where the nearest Walmart is an hour away, exist a place like no others: Camp Hidden Meadows
I found it last year accidentally on the internet. My mom was first reluctant as she had no real credentials, but all expectations were soon turned around. I adored the camp more then anything else, it was a total euphoria. Both from it being such a different experience and because of it's wonderfulness. It's no lie, that this year I was a bit disappointed by all the change. They were silly things, but for one all the counselors were new, though they seldom come back anyway. But both Beth and Shane my two faves from last year were gone, not there. This year they also added two new cabins for girls, as the camp is growing. (In fact one of my two weeks we had the most people ever: 75! My little baby is growing up) While #6 and 7 (the cabins) felt more cramped, as they fit more people, there was one huge perk: They had nice, new showers actually in the cabins...woot! And then there were changes, on the random side.
Look at the above. What color does it look? Well it is the YELLOW house, that is how it was painted and it wasn't changed since. Except now the paint has pealed enough to make it the WHITE house.(ha, no doubt as fancy as the real White House) So now the name was used interchangeably. I then came to the conclusion that creme house works or as Beth said The House, everyone knows what it is. It is the camp store/ administration/laundry/ had a COMPUTER house. Yeah that sums it up.
But before you get bored to death, about the camp itself. I did a lot of things: Wall climbing, high ropes course, horse back riding, archery, mountain biking, art, farm, sailing/canoing/kayaking,rock climbing, caving, I think that sums it up pretty much. Except for our white water rafting trip, but that is a different story. And this activities are rather common for camps, like I said before there are so many other things that make it special. Oh and of course there is the 1000 foot zip line, which is like the largest in the area or something. Here is a video taken on it, by Jess...I think.
It is totally awesome and not a bit scary.
Now if you are still reading this some interesting stuff. Our counselors came from all around the world.
Lesley: An awesome Scottish girl, whose accent (something with not really pronouncing t's became part of a joke)
Random kid: Lesley...
Lesley: No.
Random kid: Say ghetto.
Lesley: (fine) Ghe-o
I have no idea how it started, but it became the inside joke to call things Ghe-o.
Sam: Another wonderful counselor from England, she headed the movement to wake up our cabin with water guns.
Jenny (that is not how you actually spell her name): Is the sweet one from, Germany.
Nicola: She is also from England, and hates being stuck with horses everyday. Then again she is the one who seams not to care about the councler/camper thing. She will sneak with you around at night, what happened to the squirrel (a kid named Josh) in the dark.
Ok so thats all for now, I need sleep. In the next edition: Crazy Danishmen, A surprising arival, and cake fun.
Do share thoughts and comments on your own camp experiences
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Procrasinating.
So I am totally procrastinating about writing about camp and probably won't. I wrote a not so good poem about it though. Read it if you dare:
Along the dusty path,
Already knowing what's ahead.
Across the rocks
Across the bridge
Now shaking.
I step towards what
is so like home.
Oh, dear camp
How much I've missed you.
You've changed so much
SO much you've grown.
The yellow house
Shed its color
and changed its name
to house that's white.
There's so much new
So many faces
So many souls
To me are new.
It's not the same
But I still love it.
A piece of heart
A piece of home.
Yeah, as much as I want to write about it, I am in the mood. And it will probably make me upset, because I am missing it so bad. But I am packing again, and Saturday getting on an airplane to fly to Russia. (Note: 1. I am from there, 2. I've been there many times. 3. Don't look so surprised) to visit family. Unlike camp I will have internet there, good internet. So don't worry my non-existent readers, I won't abandon you.
So, instead I have decided to make a list of 25 (soon to be more) things I'd like to do in my life, and yes I realize a lot of them are a tad extreme.
1. Go back country skiing.
2. Go on an alpine expedition (whatever that is called. When you "hike" through snowy mountains, and stayover in these stations)
3. Try (and master) skydiving
4. Bungee-jump
5. Try scuba-diving
6. Get CPR or First-aid certification
7. Become fluent in French and at least one more language.
8. Go on a random road trip.
9. Camp out on an island in the boundary waters (Personal story)
10. Try race car driving.
11. Finish a novel while I am in High School.
12. Get a book published sometime during my life.
13. Do something big for charity.
14. Visit Europe by train.
15. Live in Europe for sometime
16. See Wicked on Broadway.
17. Fly first class.
18. Learn to fly a plane (like that is going to happen)
19. Something private
20. Visit Paris trying to not stand out as a travel.
21. Actually backpack the Appalachian trail (and not just visit it on a day trip)
22. Backpack in Yellowstone.
23. Learn to draw well.
24. Learn to play guitar.
25. Visit a third-world country.
26. Extend this list to 100.
SO yeah....I have nothing to say.
Along the dusty path,
Already knowing what's ahead.
Across the rocks
Across the bridge
Now shaking.
I step towards what
is so like home.
Oh, dear camp
How much I've missed you.
You've changed so much
SO much you've grown.
The yellow house
Shed its color
and changed its name
to house that's white.
There's so much new
So many faces
So many souls
To me are new.
It's not the same
But I still love it.
A piece of heart
A piece of home.
Yeah, as much as I want to write about it, I am in the mood. And it will probably make me upset, because I am missing it so bad. But I am packing again, and Saturday getting on an airplane to fly to Russia. (Note: 1. I am from there, 2. I've been there many times. 3. Don't look so surprised) to visit family. Unlike camp I will have internet there, good internet. So don't worry my non-existent readers, I won't abandon you.
So, instead I have decided to make a list of 25 (soon to be more) things I'd like to do in my life, and yes I realize a lot of them are a tad extreme.
1. Go back country skiing.
2. Go on an alpine expedition (whatever that is called. When you "hike" through snowy mountains, and stayover in these stations)
3. Try (and master) skydiving
4. Bungee-jump
5. Try scuba-diving
6. Get CPR or First-aid certification
7. Become fluent in French and at least one more language.
8. Go on a random road trip.
9. Camp out on an island in the boundary waters (Personal story)
10. Try race car driving.
11. Finish a novel while I am in High School.
12. Get a book published sometime during my life.
13. Do something big for charity.
14. Visit Europe by train.
15. Live in Europe for sometime
16. See Wicked on Broadway.
17. Fly first class.
18. Learn to fly a plane (like that is going to happen)
19. Something private
20. Visit Paris trying to not stand out as a travel.
21. Actually backpack the Appalachian trail (and not just visit it on a day trip)
22. Backpack in Yellowstone.
23. Learn to draw well.
24. Learn to play guitar.
25. Visit a third-world country.
26. Extend this list to 100.
SO yeah....I have nothing to say.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A short post....REALLY!
I just had to share this, but this is what I heard on the radio yesterday:
"Increased gas prices have resulted in a rise of motorcycle accidents in the area"
Why, you ask? Well as they later explain people want to take advantage of a higher MPG, so they ride motorcycles (They have like a 50 MPG) and since they usually don't do it, they get into accidents. ??? Ask me, it's just a coincidence.
But a gas price joke.
A guy ask a girl out and asks where she wants to go?
She says somewhere expensive (I think she is spoiled and don't see why he would take her out, back to the joke)
So he takes her to a gas stations.
*Cue fake laugh*
Ok then, it's a short post, I am done....for now!
"Increased gas prices have resulted in a rise of motorcycle accidents in the area"
Why, you ask? Well as they later explain people want to take advantage of a higher MPG, so they ride motorcycles (They have like a 50 MPG) and since they usually don't do it, they get into accidents. ??? Ask me, it's just a coincidence.
But a gas price joke.
A guy ask a girl out and asks where she wants to go?
She says somewhere expensive (I think she is spoiled and don't see why he would take her out, back to the joke)
So he takes her to a gas stations.
*Cue fake laugh*
Ok then, it's a short post, I am done....for now!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sidetracked: Airports
So I was going to talk, write....RAMBLE about camp and yet here is my venty on Air Travel. How did I get to it, simple. See I was going to share some pictures from the best camp on earth! (Novel, you can argue, my camp is still waaaaay bettter) But see not only did they all turn out bad, but I couldn't take more then 20-30 because the battery kept dieing. Why? Because I took our old camera, since it would be suicide to trust a klutz like me with a 500 dollar camera. Or maybe because it could be stolen, but I am pretty sure it is the first. So I took a few pictures and I come back to find out that out new 500 dollar camera is no more, kind of. (Maybe it would have been safer with me).
As you probably don't know I am leaving for Russia Saturday to visit family and etc. But my dad went there to weeks early to take care of business stuff, he arrived, the suitcase not so. And it's been a week, a week! Now we don't have a decent camera and air travel is corrupted. I have been on many, many airplanes and something happens almost every time. And now I rant about it, it won't really do anything, but who cares.
I have to share this first, because it is the best moment of all times, from airplane flying I mean.
So a few years back my dad again, was flying to Russia again. At first it was rather normal, there might have been a delay, but he got to Frankfurt anyway, where he had his stopover. There the problems started, there was something with the weather or something of that nature, but after longer then intended he finally got on a flight.
Departure: Frankfurt
Arrival: Frankfurt
Time: Several hours.
A very long distance, I know. Why?
They took off, flew for sometime, then realized that they still couldn't land where they were supposed to. Decided to go to some other city to land, that didn't work out. Got bored went back. Though my dad eventually did get to his city, that was one useful flight. And this is an absolutely true story, trust me!
Sadly I have no more extreme stories, but I have experienced many of the malfunctions of air travel. None of the tragic ones, just the mundane, yet extremely annoying ones. More then once our baggage arrived after us, but that was only by maybe a day, not a week. Even though my mom's friend was found/arrived 13 days after her on vacation. They were definitely trying to find it.... Plus almost all of our family friends have actually lost, lost luggage on their vacations.
Summary: Don't bring baggage, stuff everything in our purse or just buy it when you get there, and get rid of it, before you go home. That way you will never loose any luggage. I mean I get that it is not easy to keep track of luggage, but airlines are way to careless these days.
Then airlines overbook flights or at least something of that nature. Which can result in two things:
1. They offer you a first class (!) seat on a different flight. Which never happened to me, how lucky, but has happened to a few people very close to me. (I seriously want to fly first class one day, did I mention?")
2. They simply move you to like the next day. This has happened twice so far in my life. Once we were supposed to fly to Italy, but they like overbooked it, so we ended up going home with our suitcases and everything and flying the next day. Hence I never got to see the beach on the West coast of Italy. Then before that, like in 2003, once more we got to the airport with all our stuff. But the military was using the planes (I don't remember exactly, but there was something about the military) so they shifted both of out flights one day. Which resulted in me spending part of my birthday on an airplane. They didn't give me cake or sing happy birthday. Luckily we could go home both times.
A friend of mine didn't get on a flight, though it was here fault, had to spend a night in an airport (Airtran's fault) This apparently can be a very amusing experience.
So then there is security, but I think I should stop myself, because the FBI or CIA or one of those things make come after me. But it has gotten at least 2 manicure kits and a Swiss army knife confiscated. I have just one question, why don't they make scissors and pointy objects illegal everywhere, I mean do they suddenly become extremely dangerous in airports...really. It's a touchy topic....but in Salt Lake City in the airport, you step into this both and it puffs air at you during security. Don't ask? I have no answer.
So this is but part of it, but the fun stuff, later. I need my sleep.
PS Sorry about the awful quality of this, I haven't been writing in two weeks, I need to get back into it.
As you probably don't know I am leaving for Russia Saturday to visit family and etc. But my dad went there to weeks early to take care of business stuff, he arrived, the suitcase not so. And it's been a week, a week! Now we don't have a decent camera and air travel is corrupted. I have been on many, many airplanes and something happens almost every time. And now I rant about it, it won't really do anything, but who cares.
I have to share this first, because it is the best moment of all times, from airplane flying I mean.
So a few years back my dad again, was flying to Russia again. At first it was rather normal, there might have been a delay, but he got to Frankfurt anyway, where he had his stopover. There the problems started, there was something with the weather or something of that nature, but after longer then intended he finally got on a flight.
Departure: Frankfurt
Arrival: Frankfurt
Time: Several hours.
A very long distance, I know. Why?
They took off, flew for sometime, then realized that they still couldn't land where they were supposed to. Decided to go to some other city to land, that didn't work out. Got bored went back. Though my dad eventually did get to his city, that was one useful flight. And this is an absolutely true story, trust me!
Sadly I have no more extreme stories, but I have experienced many of the malfunctions of air travel. None of the tragic ones, just the mundane, yet extremely annoying ones. More then once our baggage arrived after us, but that was only by maybe a day, not a week. Even though my mom's friend was found/arrived 13 days after her on vacation. They were definitely trying to find it.... Plus almost all of our family friends have actually lost, lost luggage on their vacations.
Summary: Don't bring baggage, stuff everything in our purse or just buy it when you get there, and get rid of it, before you go home. That way you will never loose any luggage. I mean I get that it is not easy to keep track of luggage, but airlines are way to careless these days.
Then airlines overbook flights or at least something of that nature. Which can result in two things:
1. They offer you a first class (!) seat on a different flight. Which never happened to me, how lucky, but has happened to a few people very close to me. (I seriously want to fly first class one day, did I mention?")
2. They simply move you to like the next day. This has happened twice so far in my life. Once we were supposed to fly to Italy, but they like overbooked it, so we ended up going home with our suitcases and everything and flying the next day. Hence I never got to see the beach on the West coast of Italy. Then before that, like in 2003, once more we got to the airport with all our stuff. But the military was using the planes (I don't remember exactly, but there was something about the military) so they shifted both of out flights one day. Which resulted in me spending part of my birthday on an airplane. They didn't give me cake or sing happy birthday. Luckily we could go home both times.
A friend of mine didn't get on a flight, though it was here fault, had to spend a night in an airport (Airtran's fault) This apparently can be a very amusing experience.
So then there is security, but I think I should stop myself, because the FBI or CIA or one of those things make come after me. But it has gotten at least 2 manicure kits and a Swiss army knife confiscated. I have just one question, why don't they make scissors and pointy objects illegal everywhere, I mean do they suddenly become extremely dangerous in airports...really. It's a touchy topic....but in Salt Lake City in the airport, you step into this both and it puffs air at you during security. Don't ask? I have no answer.
So this is but part of it, but the fun stuff, later. I need my sleep.
PS Sorry about the awful quality of this, I haven't been writing in two weeks, I need to get back into it.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
BACK TO CIVILIZATION
Away from hillybillies, mice, not so good food, constant rain, total awesomeness.....
Actually I got back yesterday, but other parts of real and internet life overwhelmed me. It's surprising how much you can miss in two weeks. But I am tired, very tired.
More coherent post tomorrow
Actually I got back yesterday, but other parts of real and internet life overwhelmed me. It's surprising how much you can miss in two weeks. But I am tired, very tired.
More coherent post tomorrow
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