Here I sit with my classmate/travel partner/friend (hereafter to be referred to as T) in a lovely little cottagey-"resort" room thing, after nearly 24 hours of travel time. From Seattle to LA, and there, we had less than two hours of time for us to get our bags, get rechecked and through security and onto an international flight...I don't think I've run that much since I was actually in track and doing it on purpose. And I enjoyed it way less than I used to. Luckily, we then transitioned into a hella-long (I am not even sure how long that flight was, 11 hours maybe?) flight to Fiji, which was mercifully empty; so much so that we each took a row and slept the flight away (well, most of it anyway). On to Vanuatu.
I have sweat more in the last 24 hours than I have in the entire last year. Pathetic, really. Comfortable now.
We have been to the market already. Plotting a trip to the pool later this afternoon. We will present ourselves at the hospital in the morrow, and see how that goes.
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