CMH > Bayonne

30 hours of travel, about 4 hours of sleep. I’m in a bunk of a sleeper car that’s the size of a small bathroom with five strangers, and I’m very happy to be here. My Columbus flight was delayed and the caused a chain reaction for my entire itinerary. The gate agent announced that the Newark flight was delayed and she would be calling passengers up to discuss connection options, after 15 minutes no names had been called – a little voice, that sounded allot like a mix of Mona Fitzer and Jay Dimasso, spoke to me. Don’t wait, go up there and bug em till they get you to Spain. I did, and the rest of the story involves sprinting 10 gates in Newark, 3 hours in London, pleading to get a checked bag with my trekking poles and pocket knife to air France, three train transfers to from CDG to Paris, and an overnight train to Bayonne. None of which was on my original itinerary. Im going to let the expresso I drank an hour ago duke it out with an ambien. Goodnight!