Will the crazy man please stand up

Trip Start Nov 13, 2007
Trip End Nov 24, 2007

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

For starters, let me begin by saying that I had not planned to create a new travelpod so soon, especially one about my experience visiting my Dad and Step-mom.  Though, I suppose that's what we have here.  Within 24 hours, I had picked a flight, packed and was on board a 777 heading out east, not Charleston, South Carolina but Dubai, UAE. 

Packing.  Packing was interesting.  How does one go about packing for a Middle Eastern country that has Western tendencies?  You pack just about everything you own (smile)!  Then, as with all vacations, you invariably never use 3/4 of what you brought.  I think I've done a good job - two checked bags and one carry-on.  At least my friend Jackie, who drove me to the airport, didn't think it was too much.  Thankfully...

My flight out of Atlanta left at 4:50 p.m. to NYC, NY.  I had gotten to the airport early in case of heavy foot traffic and lines at the security gate.  To my good fortune, a man at the ticket booth saw me fumbling with the kiosk at the international check- in (my passport wouldn't scan) and took me aside to help.  In total, it may have taken me 5-10 minutes to carry my luggage from the curb to checking in with my new friend Alejandro.  With time on my hands, I went to find some sustenance to keep me on my flight - a sandwich and a beer!  

I have to pause and comment on how much I love the E terminal of Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.  So many nationalities, so many folks heading to different locations around the world.  It would be a great day, if I could just set-up a couch in the middle and chat with those that passed by all day.  What a day that would be!  Any case, I digress...

We board the plane, safely land the plane and taxi to our terminal at JFK when all of a sudden the pilot comes on over the intercom asking us to stay in our seats after we come to the gate.  What is going on?  All of a sudden they open the door to the plane and 5-6 Border police officers quietly walk to the back of the plane, grab a guy and walks him off the plane. It take no longer than 5 minutes to do this, but you're left with a never-ending question of what just happened?  Who was that guy?  Why was he on our flight?  That was NOT what this scared to death of flying chica needed to have seen just hours before she boards another plane for a 13 hour flight!

You're asking yourself, how do we rectify my nervousness?  Head to the bar and have a drink!  After two drinks, I am to say the least relaxed if not a little tipsy.  I call Michele, my friend J, my mom and Birju to tell them about the man that was taken off the plane.  I had to tell someone!   There, I met two guys from Hamburg and a blossoming filmmaker (Beven) from Portland, OR.  We talked about the boys' iPhone, what movies she had done, her documentary she was filming in the Sudan and how much I hated flying.  All in all, a very nice layover in NYC.
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