HTMLXC As my flight was the next morning at 7 am (and I therefore had to be checked in at 5 am) I decided to go to the airport the night before. (Bloody trains stopped working in the late hours.) So, armed with what would be all my belongings for the next four months and the adult equivalent of security blankets (Terry Pratchett and
Supernatural
, in my case) I headed off for the train station. All I knew about the immediate future was that I'd be a) sleeping until around 4:30 am, b) flying out at around 7 am, c) sleeping in Nairobi Saturday, d) heading off to Amboseli National Park Sunday and e) back in Nairobi around the 26th. Anything else, I was completely blank.
I remember the train ride in all its blurry glory, and my stay in the train hall of the airport was uneventful. Most everything was closed, though I managed to grab a carrot cake and latté from Starbucks (practically the only one in the country,
back then, at least ). I plunked down to watch
Supernatural
which did wonders to take my mind off things. I then wandered around a bit until I found someplace where I could sleep for a few hours. Turns out I needn't have bothered overmuch, as it was breezy and - shock of shocks - airport waiting chairs are hardly comfortable. But I managed to catch a bit of shut eye, talk to my mother and then head on upstairs to the check-in hall.
La noche antes de mi vuelo apenas había terminado con mis preparativos. Empaqué todo lo que dejaba