sans luggage - the airline lost somewhere between Houston and Jackson or a family in Jackson who had a similar Samsonite got it instead of theirs, although I don't know how they didn't realize that a 27kilo bag wasn't theirs. All of the clothes I wear every week are in there, a lot of them less than two weeks old. They have five days to find it before we start negotiating on a settlement. All my bras alone will be $340 retail (which is almost what I paid for them). I believe I will be maxing their $2800 compensation limit. Luckily everything inside (except gifts I got for people) can be replaced.
plus a head cold - I somehow managed to pick it up on the last day. Descending from 34,000 feet with this pressure in my head and ears was the 10th level of hell. I still can't fully hear. I just blew my nose and got some intense vertigo that lasted five minutes. I had to hold the arms of the love seat the whole time to prevent myself from falling face-first into the green and lint-colored spinning carpet. This is not cool.
literally covered with bruises and water blisters - I'm serious. You can't go three inches on my right leg without finding an enormous, nasty purple-and-snot-colored bruise. Some of it was from sitting in confining places, like the bruises around my hips and thighs. Some of it was from just lugging around stupidly-heavy luggage. The rest was just from walking so much (the water blisters, the swollen ankles, the limping).
I sound like Kathleen Turner died in my throat - due to previously-mentioned head cold
with camera in hand - I'll get around to post pictures eventually. I still haven't gotten all my Japan pictures in my public galleries, but Jimmy should have some gallery software ready for me to use on the server, which will make that much easier than how I've done them previously.
with lots of work to do at home - two weeks of work and housework (and Stargate: SG1 and Atlantis and BattleStar Gallactica to catch up on.
We had so many frustrations and travel difficulties, it was like fate was telling me never to visit that country again. Travel by train on a Sunday meant that "engineering works" and a power failure made an otherwise 5.5 hour trip into a 10 hour one. Visiting London around Good Friday and Easter meant a lot of our destinations were closed and our schedule was scrambled up and travel took longer. We didn't get to see as much as we would have liked because I was in pain and slow-moving. The time changed there on the day we left (but not in the States apparently) and our taxi arrived just as we were waking. Luckily he waited 20 minutes and we didn't miss our flight.
But, I say here now, it was still worth it. I'm so happy to have gone. I might be complaining and sullen for a few days, but I'll tell you at every point that I wouldn't have traded comfort for the trip.