Home sweet Home

Made it back...
-after being left stranded, alone and helpless in a city i knew nothing about- with no contact numbers, no phone, no internet, nobody i could reach, and nobody at the airport giving a flying f**k (with a few exceptions that turned out to be lifesavers!)
-i tolerated sexual/religious/racial discrimination at the Doha airport
-with minimal sleep
-fighting hunger, dehydration and fatigue
-after a missed flight, a faulty visa, no exit permit, and then a 10 hour waiting period til the next flight out.
-without being able to tell Jena what happened so God knows what she was thinking.

"Charge it to experience", said the man i met on the plane.

What a story.

I think i'm gonna crash for 2 days straight and write in full detail about my crazy desert experience later.

I'd be happy to never have to go through that again.

[To those 3 random Filipino strangers that took pity on me at the airport and was more than willing to help a kababayan out- THANK YOU. I don't know what i would have done if you weren't there.

To the check-in guy that was nice enough to help me out- the ONLY one in that whole airport nice enough to lend a hand- THANK YOU. I would have been a mess if it weren't for you.]

You'll all know what i'm talking about soon enough.

13 hours of sleep TOTAL in the span of 4 days. With work, travel, and socializing part of the equation.

Good night World. See you on TUesday.
Over and out.