The Flight

I’m here safe and sound, and FINALLY with internet, which doesn’t seem to like Skype or Trillian at the moment since I can’t log into either of them.So here’s my epic journey from Muskegon to Melbourne, with pictures (yay!):

So I got to Muskegon Airport at around 3pm Tuesday with the parents, my flight was at 4. We had a few drinks at a bar there, and said our goodbyes.

Muskegon Airport in all its….glory?

Hour long plane ride to Detroit was a cake walk. About an hour or so wait in Detroit. I was so hungry that I destroyed a big bag of combos in about 10 min. Delish.

Detroit airport. That old woman sat motionless there for about a half hour. I thought she was a mannequin.

The flight from Detroit to LA was shitty. Five hours with a bouncing two year old sitting next to me who WOULDN’T SIT STILL OR SHUT UP! I almost broke her neck. I think the grandma would’ve been pissed, though. As I was browsing the SkyMall catalog of useless shit, I probably found the dumbest thing ever invented.

Yes, this is a fold-up bike. It’s the most retarded looking thing I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t be caught dead riding one of those…wait, how can I be caught dead riding something?

Arrive in LA, get my boarding passes, and realize that I’m fucking starving. Got a soggy tuna sandwich and a 20oz Gatorade for $12.50…I hate LA…

Except for this guy, he made my day.

I almost stole the shirt from off his back.

Flight from LA to Melbourne…was 15 hours. But it was one of the best flights I’ve ever had. No sick people, to crying babies, no bouncing kids. And the awesome thing is that I got my own little TV embedded into the seat in front of me, with a remote in the armrest. There were about 20 different movies (including 300) And 20 different TV shows (including Simpsons, Family Guy, Mythbusters, and The Office). Needless the say the time went by fast.

Arrived in Melbourne, tired, hungry. Immigration to FORFUCKINGEVER. Christ in a bucket you’d think they’d be so used to doing it that they’d be prepared for the herd of people pouring in, but no, they have half of the fucking counters open. I hate airports.

Anyway, found the Uni rep who took me to my dorm.

My room, small, square, and empty. It’s only a single, so it’s enough for me. There’s a bed and closet to the right.

My room with all my shit. ‘Nuff said.

So all in all the trip was good, but exhausting. It’s been raining since I got here, and around 50 degrees. I miss the summer :C

And to end this post, a good piece of advice, hanging above my toilet.