As I sit at the bar of the Firewood Grill in the San Francisco airport, I hear a gaggle of giddy girls cheering behind me. Maybe they’re setting out on a grand adventure celebrating someone’s new job or perhaps they’re just rowdy and don’t care how to act properly in public. They just cheers’d to something, sounds pretty awesome. Another group of 5 girls gather in the line to my right, excited about the bachelorette party trip they’re taking to the Bahamas. Either way, it’s nice to see people happy.
I’m sitting here on my laptop drinking my beer. The guy said they ran out of large glasses and asked me what I wanted to do, so I told him to pour me whatever he wanted. He was a champ and poured me two pints and only charged me for one. We’re now best friends.
The nerves are setting in. This is my first solo trip. My first solo international trip and I’m going to Asia. What was I thinking? I tried my best to pack light, per the recommendation of my well-traveled friends, but this backpack is seriously heavy. My flight leaves at 12:05am. I’m supposed to stay up for the first 4-6 hours of the flight and sleep later on, to help avoid jet lag.
This is going to be quite the experiment. I’ll do my best to update with photos and whatnot but I’ll probably be tired by the end of the day. I cannot wait to visit the temples, hike the Dragon’s Back trail, and have dinner with friends in Tokyo and Taipei. This two week vacation could not have come at a better time. I’ll write again once in another country. Until then…
P.S. The English guy next to me said that valium helps on these long of flights but I think I’ll stick to my Lagunitas.