WHOO! Greetings from the flipside, and yay for jetlag (I woke up at 4:00 AM)! Wow, where do I start. Let’s split this up. Brace yourselves, this will be a long one. I’ll post it in pieces.
Transit: After a day hanging at the Spy Museum in Washington DC, we rendezvoused with the rest of the ‘zeys at Dulles and hit the skies for our sixteen hour flight. The flight was split in halfzies by an hour long stop in Dakar, Senegal where we got to stand-up, stretch and wait for the plane to be refueled. Unfortunately we couldn’t deplane, probably for customs reasons, but the break from the ambient jet engine noise was welcome. The food…eh…chicken, meatloaf, pasta—standard fare. All-in-all sixteen hours in flight was not so bad, probably because to me, air travel is still awe-inspiring.
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