Only 22 hours and 15 minutes...

...until I'm sitting on a big ol jet airplane, rolling down Ngili
runway, climbing into that big blue sky, and getting my butt out of
Congo.

My only real anxiety right now is that I'll show up at the Air France
early check-in desk tomorrow morning, they'll take one look at my 16
plastic crates of check-in, and say 'sorry, bud, no room on the plane'.
I don;t *really* think that would happen, as my excess baggage fees
will probably pay the jet fuel for the flight, but its half past
midnight, I'm just finishing my packing, and when I'm as tired and
goofy as I feel right now, it doesn't take much to get the haunts
going. I can't fathom what plan B would be, other than the mother of
all giveaways.

I'll post tomorrow to let you all know that my bags are in the baggage
trolley, and after that, you can expect that my next post will be a
fishing TR from the great state o maine sometime late next week.

--riverman

On 17 Jun 2005 16:29:01 -0700, "riverman" wrote:

..until I'm sitting on a big ol jet airplane, rolling down Ngili
runway, climbing into that big blue sky, and getting my butt out of
Congo.

Have a safe trip Myron.
--
Charlie...
http://www.chocphoto.com

I'll post tomorrow to let you all know that my bags are in the baggage
trolley, and after that, you can expect that my next post will be a
fishing TR from the great state o maine sometime late next week.

Good luck my friend. We've delayed the coup till Sunday.

--
Frank Reid
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Well, Frank, you have some clout there. Stage 1 and stage 2 are
complete as I write this. Spent all night until 4 AM packing up mine
and SWMBOs stuff (she packed herself before she left town Monday for
her daughter's wedding, and I just densepacked to get more stuff in).
Got the 16 crates into a friend's UN vehicle (with mental images of a
crowd of rabble rousers torching the van), and got through the gauntlet
of handlers, guards, extortionists, and gawkers at the AirFrance
terminal, and after the nice lady picked her jaw back up off the floor,
I managed to get it all checked in (each box at precisely the
maximum allowed weight) and got it paid for. Of course, the baggage
ticket was more than my seat...at least they could have bumped me, but
no.

Anyway, other than a fenderbender on the way home with Congolese people
climbing all over the car saying things like "donnez-mois les argent!!
Mundale, donnez-mois!!", it all went through kinda smoothly.

Now, 45 minutes to take a shower, and my ride to the airport is on its
way. I feel like an elephant just got off my shoulders. Lemmee
see....what shall I drink first on the plane....

--riverman

riverman wrote:
..until I'm sitting on a big ol jet airplane, rolling down Ngili
runway, climbing into that big blue sky, and getting my butt out of
Congo.


Good luck and I worry if they're going to lose my luggage when I fly to
another State.

Willi