Time to go.
I shove any last minute thoughts of chickening out to the back of my brain and hop in a cab,
my duffel bag and backpack on my shoulder.
Did I bring everything I'll need?
Did I forget anything?
Too late now.
My flights go smoothly. No delays.
Austin to Dallas.
Dallas to Dubai.
Dubai to Dehli, India.
Now the fun starts.
The lady at American Airlines in Austin only checked my bag through to Dehli.
I have a 14 hour layover here.
The only problem is I don't have an Indian Visa.
I can't enter the country.
Apparently baggage claim is considered IN the country.
Welcome to India.
I've been flying for 24 hours and I'm fried.
What to do?
Luckily this guy that works for Emirates Airlines (the plane I just got off of)
gets on his radio and figures out that HE can get my bag and check it into my next flight.
He just needs my passport.
The last bit of security i have.
I offer him a photocopy but he says he needs the actual passport.
As he disappears down the hall, I contemplate spending the night here in this weird section of the Dehli
Unable to go on to Kathmandu because I don't have my passport.
Not in India but in purgatory.
I've got a week to get ready for Everest.
Shannon Foley, the Den Mother/Ass kicker at Love Hope Strength is sending me some things I'll need
and so are the folks at Marmot.
Waterproof windbreaker and pants, Down Jacket, Sleeping Bag (apparently my 30 degree Farenheit bag ain't gonna cut it).
I still need to round up all kinds of things on my own, most importantly hiking boots.
If my boots don't fit I'll be MISERABLE. Even if they do fit, I still have to break them in.
Amidst all the gigs and other obligations I have, I carve time out for several visits to REI.
An older guy (his name escapes me) comes out of the stock room to help me.
I wear a size 9 but apparently if my boots are too snug, my nails will rub against them, turn black and fall off.
I end up going with a size 10.
Too big, but if I wear heavy wool socks they fit and my toes don't rub.
I take them on several walks around Austin.
I feel ridiculous, walking around the city in big, heavy boots but soon my mind is in tune with
the beautiful sights and sounds of the neighborhoods as I go cruising past.
Hyde Park, UT Campus, Clarksville.
I should do this more often.