In less than two weeks, I'll be taking a plane (really a series of planes) 28 hours to the other side of the world. When I say that, my blood pressure rises 10 points. Sumatra is so unreasonably far away and I get to go. Me and my pink hair. Steve the boyfriend asked I was asking for trouble. No. Well maybe, but I think it's good to have a healthy dose of risk taking. Besides, even though Sumatra is a muslim country, they are supposed to be pretty lenient about stupid foreigners. That's me. I'm that stupid foreigner.
But am I actually worried that something will go wrong? Heck no.
I'm worried that I won't get there. I'll miss a plane or it'll be canceled due to weather or someone will decide that I need to give them money I don't have. Or I'll be struck dead in a freak accident as I'm walking the dog.
Aside from that, it's all going to be great. Gosh I hope I have a big enough memory card in my camera.
