transport | urbanism | adventures | pontification
After my red-eye flight from Los Angeles and the amount of sleep I’ve been getting in my last few nights of packing, I’m a bit dazed and confused sitting in the Charlotte Douglas Airport. Any fears about arriving in a stupor somewhere other than my intended layover in North Carolina, however, are allayed by the long line for Bojangles Famous Chicken and Biscuits at 6:30 in the morning.
My flight to Belize leaves in three hours, so it looks like my year of travel is actually going to happen despite my best attempts to thwart it. My hour-long last-ditch effort at the US Airways Ticket Counter involved learning that bus tickets do not work as proof of an onward journey, purchasing expensive but fully refundable return airfare, and having to endure a lengthy multiple choice security phone call with my credit card company to authorize said airfare.