sitting here in the confines of the Peterson's home i'm thankful that i was denied departure from my homeland as opposed to entry into Colombia. There's nothing worse than being turned away from a border entry and having nowhere to go: yes, i've been there before (pakistan-india ordeal), and although its a good story its not one i choose to relive. and thats the way of adventure in general: the best stories are made from the most epic of ordeals, and although they giveth thee loads of character its not something you often cherish "during the fact".
there's a new law on the books, apparently, that tattered passports aren't valid. so the cold-blooded ticket lady at the Continental check-in desk calmly told me that i'd have to get a new passport before i could leave the country. i also remained calm knowing through much experience that she would come around: she'd say something like "okay, but just this time though", and i'd be on the plane and off to south america to deal with my passport another time. but no, she never waivered. she sent me back home unpacking. i had to call mar and christ to come back and get me, and they took it easier than i did. hurrah for great friends.
si, es la vida!
i've got an appointment this afternoon at the passport agency where i'm told i can get it all done today, and so i'm booked on the same flight for tomorrow.... arriving in Bogota same time, same flight, just different day. tonight i get to eat asian and hit a comedy show with the Peterson's and then hopefully some serious sleep. after last nights epic missions of preparation i'm most stoked on that prospect... i'm tired of traveling tired!
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