Bryce's Ramblings

Hi. Remember me? I'm the one who hates flying. Yeah. Well, despite my loathing of air travel, I've still been on my fair share of planes, and I thought I'd seen most everything when it came to delays. Then I read this. Where am I flying on Friday? Dublin. So . . . maybe things will be disrupted with the Dublin trip. I wait with bated breath. Sorry--I just don't have the heart to post anything more right now.

How much do I hate flying? As much as BA Barracus from the A Team hated flying. That's a Mr. T. kind of hatred, for those of you who aren't in the know. I'm already dreading my upcoming trip to Slovakia, simply because of how much I can't stand to be in those lousy airplanes.

It's not that I don't like traveling and seeing new places. I love that. But with planes, you have all this extra crap you have to do. For the upcoming trip, I have the following to look forward to:

• 2 hour drive to the bus station
• 1/2 hour wait for the bus
• 2 hour bus ride
• 3 hour wait for the plane (so we can get a special "baby seat." Don't ask.)
• 6 hour plane ride
• 7 hour layover (during which time I get to collect my luggage and then go through customs and then check in for the next plane ride.)
• 2 hour plane ride
• 2 hour drive to our destination

So if we do the math, that means I have a 24 1/2 hour trip to get to where I'm going to. Add packing time in and you get a seriously displeased me. I was just thinking how nice it would be if I weren't going anywhere.

Sigh.

I know I'll have a good time once I get there, but that whole getting there thing . . . not fun.