10:45 pm greencastle, july 20
only one date for the header/title, because the purpose of two before was for perspective--one time for greencastle-ites and one time for me. but now that i'm in the air and changing time zones left and right, there's only one useful point of reference, eh?
last day around...i got like five hours of sleep, if that. see, i stayed up until probably past three packing, organizing stuff, and generally...not sleeping. then i got up somewhere between eight and nine, trying to catch daisy before she left for work, then supposedly (uh oh, we know what that means...) meeting my mom and some friends for a final meal out at like 10:30. hah...so when i arrive upstairs at like nine or so, nobody answers the door, i let myself in, and everybody's still asleep. except for daisy. because she's out, presumably at the cram school already. augh! horrible! so, what the heck, i figure, grab my computer, and hang around upstairs until others wake up--namely, carl comes upstairs...hah. whatever. by tenish, everybody's awake, though, so it's all right. and probably just shortly after eleven, my mom calls to let me know she's made it around downstairs. meh.
...so lunch, then. remember that one restaurant i may have mentioned long ago, the one that seemed really nice, had some curry stuff, and at which i tried coconut ice cream in an actual coconut? yeah, that's the one. that's where we ate--a whole meal this time! well...almost. after all, i decided to teach again, right? but i wasn't too hungry and probably wouldn't have finished my seafood curry anyways. so...then when i get to the cram school, i finally get a chance to talk to daisy, and everything's hunky-dory. i get my pay (more later), i'll be teaching well enough, i brought the books that carl bought for her the day before, and it's okay for my mom to video record class and all. so...pretty much just that happens. class goes...well enough. of course, after class, after all the kids are gone, i actually take a look at how much money i got--and it's quite a bit more than i'd expected to make, so i'm really happy about that. the important part, though (really, i mean this), was the experience. it's not every summer, or even every high school kid, that finds him-/her-/itself with a chance to teach english in a foreign country, especially while meeting tons of new, cool people and making a good many friends. i really had a blast.
ken ting was, no doubt, very cool, and i'd have liked to spend more time there these past few days, but it's definitely a good thing that we made it back as soon as we did--just before the typhoon. see, there are these "bridges"...which happened to be swept "out" by this "typhoon." ah...two of the very bridges that we took getting from and to the airport, in that order. like...totally gone, large chunks were, and we saw photos/videos on the news and in newspapers of people getting lifted across in cranes. crazy...especially the amount of water--as much as 1.8 meters in some areas, and well over a meter right where we were in ken ting, if i'm not mistaken. crazy...
later, after a whole bunch of goodbyes, some filled with excruciatingly polite (and lengthy) exchanges, my mom and i gathered up all of my stuff--my bag, suitcase, and a plastic bag of other stuff that i would put into one of my mom's three trunks so's mine [...as he comes back to writing, having been asked to stop as the taipei to lax flight started to land, now writing at 4:19 am or so on the flight from l.a. to cleveland] and...took the mrt back to where she was staying. now, that is no easy task, what with all the people and extremely limited space. but it wasn't too bad; the stuff wasn't heavy so much as bulky, but we managed. from there, i took a nap, she packed more, and we spent a good while trying to figure out where our tickets were misplaced. uhh...that was almost a problem, but i actually (yeah, i know) wasn't worrying much about it, because either my mom had just packed them absent-mindedly or, if we couldn't find the tickets, we could always get new ones, since we have our passports and everything. well, the case was the former, so no worries, indeed.
hrm...nothing of interest later, probably. direct flight from taipei to los angeles, though, and that was pretty nice. i slept...maybe five minutes total, the movies were either really bad or boring, so i declined to watch them, i finished my book within the first few hours, and the bloody air conditioned dryness practically killed me. i spent more time in the bathroom trying to get one nostril to clear up and the other to stop feeling like it was burning with cold, all with success staying right on the ever receding horizon, far out of reach. *sigh*...it was probably worse than the a/c in buildings and whatnot in taipei, but at least it only lasted just over twelve hours. leg room wasn't a problem, though, because i had an aisle seat. woo!
and then...lax. which is, quite possibly, the single worst airport in which i've had business. so...when we arrived there, customs and whatnot were all fine enough, but as soon as we headed off in search of our connection...we were forced to exit. that is, there's no (available) way inside. so...we had to walk three terminals down, which took like ten minutes, carrying all of our carryons and dragging along our checked-in stuff--you know, all four checked in pieces, all four carry-ons, and a bag of duty-free gifts that my mom bought. *ugh*. but...it really wasn't too bad, for we got carts; it was just awkward and annoying. but then...inside...it did get bad. you know, not the fact that the line in which we were waiting was like thirty people long, but the part where they were letting approximately (and this is probably an overstatement) one party through each minute. AUUGH. it...took...*foreeeeeeever*. well...so then as i waited in that line, which turned out to be the one in which one is to stand *after* checking in both oneself and one's luggage, my mom headed over to get our tickets and everything. hah...so, like, minutes *after* our flight is supposed to have started boarding, they call anybody on the flight leaving at 11:30 (california time; our flight) to just skip the line and go. hah...so i drop off our carry-ons with some airport security guy taking care of another man in a wheelchair and weave my way through the unavigatable lines for ticketing. well, that failed, of course, so i just cut everybody and walked along in front of the counters, found my mom, told her what was up, finished checking in our luggage, and we finally headed up.
talked to this cool guy while waiting, though. he was...what...52? i think that's right. but...sixty or sixty two seems closer--his hair was all white and he looked pretty old, but then, it could just be genes. he lives in panama, though, and travels...*all* the time. used to do business all along the east coast, too, and we talked about boston for a bit. doesn't like the cold, though, so didn't really like that area. that's why he lives in panama, though, right? yeah. what's more, he grew up in gary, indiana. hah...it was pretty weird. but this guy was nice and definitely cool. it's especially nice to have some decent small talk in one's native language after a month devoid--often it's kind of pointless, but i welcomed it this time.
anyways, so we pretty much run to our gate to find that, contrary to our beliefs and all those screens that give updates on one's flights, ours is rather delayed...but only by some twenty minutes or something; they just started boarding really late, took off a little late, and i have no idea when we're arriving. it's supposed to be about four hours, and the movie (fever pitch, about some guy who's hxc obsessed with the red sox who falls in love, but his first passion gets in the way...blah, blah, blah, but i *had* to at least give a movie so centered around the sox a chance, and it was decent enough, if agonizingly cliche in the end) killed about twoish, so...we'll probably be landing shortly, and, unless anything amazing happens (you know, such as my batteries surviving after all this time [my mom was using it earlier, on the international flight, too] and through all these boots), here ends my "twjournal." fun? for me, yeah, sure, i guess, and it'll definitely be cool to read this in a few months, years, whatever. for you? hah...something to do, right? surely there're better, more lucid things to read on the internet--but then, there are definitely worse. so...maybe? i'll post the last of the pictures eventually, too. okay...cleveland to indianapolis shouldn't be long, and i should be back in town by noon.
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