Mood:
hungryYesterday while shopping for Wellington boots on High Street Kensington, I asked the salesperson whether they would be suitable for walking over uneven terrain. He inquired where I was headed.
"The Falklands," I replied. His eyes widened. Holy crap, I thought. I´m actually heading for the Falklands. Months of planning and preparation, but it only really hit me yesterday!
So I´m now in Madrid, having flown from Manchester airport earlier today, waiting for my flight to Santiago, Chile, where I´ll be spending the whole of tomorrow, and then flying to Port Stanley, East Island, The Falklands on Saturday for seven weeks. I´m so excited! This is my first trip to South America, and indeed the southern hemisphere. I´m itching to get out of the airport though; there´s a whole city outside I´ve never met. The airport itself is pretty but so quiet. It looks a little like an expensive shopping mall just before opening hours.
I´ve booked my luggage through to Santiago but realised as soon as I landed in Madrid that I wasn´t given a luggage tag at Manchester. Let´s hope there´s still a big black suitcase waiting for me in South America!
Only eight minutes until my Internet time expires, so more from across the pond. Of course, those of you who know me know that the actual going across the pond bit represents a slight challenge (flying over water scares me - this has more to do with the sharks in the water than crashing in shark-free water) but I´m armed with the necessary chemicals needed to reduce the chances of my arresting as a consequence of SVT. Sixteen hours to Santiago. Speak to you then.
Mahim x
