My first day of travel is over with. I think it’s now been over 32 hours in an airport or on a plane and I’m now left with only 12 hours and two flights more. (Not to mention the 2ish hour drive to where I’ll be staying once in Tanzania). Last night I landed in Doha, Qatar at 6pm local time after forcing myself to stay up on my 14 hour flight so I could land and hopefully synch my sleep schedule up right away. Unfortunately I only got 4ish hours of shut eye and will probably crash on my next flight, only making my jet lag worse. The horrible part about all this is I’m not able to sleep through this disastrous Oregon Duck Football performance.
I’m a bit bummed my layover in Qatar at HIA was overnight. This airport is a small city and it would have been fun to walk around and explore. Right now the sun is rising on what will technically be my 3rd “day” of travel and I am so excited to be done and in a bed. I’ve been swearing to myself never to travel like this again, but I am just now realizing I need to get home somehow, and typically you leave the same way you came (so good thing I have that to look forward to).