After a furious and long night of packing and making all the necessary last minute arrangements, I made my way to SFO airport this morning and a tearful goodbye to my wife, Stephanie. We'll be apart for longer than we ever have been during our almost 25 year marraige (yup, our anniversary is coming up riht after I return...)
Continental flight 93 ran a little late but was but was otherwise uneventful. Wheels down in Houston at 6:10 p.m. local time. I was pleasantly surprised to find my hotel for the night just a vey short tram ride away. I've settled in for the night answering the requsite e-mails and makig sure everyone knows I'll be gone for a while. As bed time nears, the butterflies in my stomach are grwoing a bit. This will be my first, truly international experience on another continent. It'll be 12 hours on the "Houton Express" a charter, business class planr that caters to the oil industry here in Houston and Angola with direct flights. It looks comfortable and nice but it will still be a long flight. Another leg in the journey awaits.
My next post will be from Luanda, Angola where the adventure truly begins. Until then...
Mark, from the IAH Marriott - 10:49 p.m.
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| At the Airport...on a Mission |
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