Update no. 1: Itinerary
What a hellish 18 hours past. I didn’t get much sleep last night; as soon as the excitement wore off, the fear kicked in. Mama tried to change my mind, but this is something I really need to do and know that if I don’t go, it would exist as residual upset for quite some time, if not for the rest of my days.
Had to come in and organize every single detail from confirming and completing all information relevant to my travel (in 6.5 hours, I depart for Frankfurt, and then go on to Larnaca by regular commercial airline, then to Beirut by US or UK military chopper), and my diplomatic passport (which I am to receive at 3 pm this afternoon). Things are a little bit of a blur since this is all happening so fast. I think what I’m experiencing – apart from the nausea brought on by fear – is a stress headache, which will be calmed, inshallah, once I have both the passport and the tickets in hand. Then I’ll only have to deal with fear. Insert laugh track.
Should opportunity present itself I will provide updates via my blog and not my email.
Had to come in and organize every single detail from confirming and completing all information relevant to my travel (in 6.5 hours, I depart for Frankfurt, and then go on to Larnaca by regular commercial airline, then to Beirut by US or UK military chopper), and my diplomatic passport (which I am to receive at 3 pm this afternoon). Things are a little bit of a blur since this is all happening so fast. I think what I’m experiencing – apart from the nausea brought on by fear – is a stress headache, which will be calmed, inshallah, once I have both the passport and the tickets in hand. Then I’ll only have to deal with fear. Insert laugh track.
Should opportunity present itself I will provide updates via my blog and not my email.
Labels: Beirut 2006, Travel
posted by just a girl at 12:25 PM
3 Comments:
maha, i am proud and in awe of you for going.. may your trip be helpful, safe, and blessed. looking forward to some updates hopefully if you can. fi amanillah.
You go girl! I'm proud to say I know you.
Fear for me lately has been wondering whether my boss is going to notice me coming in 10 minutes late. You help put things into perpective for me.
...and if the security guys at the airport want you to take off your gold sparkly shoes to go through their xray thingy, you make sure they know those are special shoes and they'll have to get their own if they want a pair.
May your journey be swift, safe, and fruitful.
Anjum, habibti, there's nothing to be proud of. My work was minimal, nothing in fact, compared to the work done by those who braved the deeper South. The people we really should be in awe of are the NGOs and the military boys going in to pull people out of areas where the cluster bombs run rampant! But thank you, nonetheless. You're an awesomely cool chick!
Lisa, When am home again, I will have to lay my shoes to rest, although I really think I should bronze them, considering how much hell they took...will think about that soon enough :)
Believe it or not, I took a pair of running shoes with me. THE HORROR!
xoxo
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