All in all, the trip is off to an awful start. After a 12 hour and 20 minute plane ride, I am now forced to sit in a "transit" area at the Jordan Queen Alia airport for an additional 10 hours before boarding my plane to Prague. The transit area consists of a duty free shop, a starbucks, a shawarma hut, and a world cafe. This is perhaps the most absurd set-up I've ever been subjected to at an airport; I have absolutely no access to anything besides what is included in this microcosm, which by the way does not include the ticketing counter for any of the airlines or baggage claim. This means that the bag that I checked to Amman has been waiting on the conveyor belt since I arrived 6 hours ago (hopefully). Since I booked my flights separately, I would assume it's my responsibility to pick it up. When I inquired I was told I would be "escorted to baggage claim 2 hours before my flight leaves." Why?!
And here's the icing: my freakin bank disabled my new debit card for unknown reasons (I think it's a fraud protection thing, but after spending hours skyping with Chase they concluded that they would have to send me a new one). So it looks like I'll have to rely on credit card cash advances and any money I can scrounge up turning tricks on the streets of Prague for all the cash I need for my trip.
Here's me, as I have been for the past 6 hours, sitting in a Jordanian Starbucks praying for an anvil to fall on my head:
Do I look like I'm going insane?
God help me.
LOVE JT.
I miss you. Listening to Tonight's The Night makes the distance harder.
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