Day 1 and 2: Accidents, new books and settling in

(The above picture is sponsored by swimming doggo – because he was cute and just having so much fun)

I’m going to be honest for a second, why did I pick such a hot country. Everyone knows I hate, like seriously hate, any type of heat or sun. I wear black nearly everyday, I stay home when it’s sunny, I shade hop when I’m out. But here I am, middle of July, in highs of 30+ degrees weather, walking along a strip of hotels and restaurants.

The one thing hours stranded in an airport does to you, is you find new books to read. I picked up The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin and so far it’s a good read. I may do a book review – I have 2 typed up reviews so far but I’m yet to post them. I’m waiting for the right moment.

This post is really choppy but I’m trying to put as much into it as possible. So today we saw a kid drop into the water. I saw we saw him drop, we actually saw panicked adults rush over and a man jump in to pull the kid out. Turns out he was reaching for his toy that had fallen in, became unbalanced and dropped. His brother who was only 3 inches taller than he jumped in after to save his brother but also got stuck because the ledge back onto land was quite high for him to climb back up. Cue the random man who was enjoying his lunch throwing himself in to lift the boys up safely. You could say it was paternal instinct – I mean we all hypothesize but not many people would risk themselves to save someone who isn’t related to them. When I get back I’m probably going to quit drinking and smoking and take up swimming again. Could have been a good competition swimmer but chose friends that I no longer associate with.

All in all, the most I’ve really done so far is think and get sad with what I realise. I pretty much realised I fucked myself over with bad decisions and all. But why bother dwelling on things that can’t be changed.

For me, this post has become boring and awkward so I’ll end it here. 2 more days and then I’m back. Fun, fun, fun.

Airport delays

As you can tell from the title, I’m currently sat in an airport for way longer than I should have been. 5 hours to be precise.

1st hour – Wetherspoons. One thing I will give is with their new app I don’t have to move an inch for a drink. Lazy? I know. Convenient? Fuck yes, my foot is being a ball ache so not having to walk to much is a blessing.

2nd hour – Attempted to connect to airport WiFi, but failed epically. It wouldn’t even let me check the flight information.

3rd hour – realised we had 24% battery on both our phones.

3rd hour revisited – turns out drinking about 6 litres of coffee and fizzy drinks really fills up the bladder.

4th hour – found a Starbucks. Phones charging. Sipping yet more coffee. And rewatching The Duff on Netflix. Again.

The 5th leading up and into the 6th hour is just dragging. I want to sleep however I’m scared of waking up 3 hours the wrong side of my flight.

So were off on a ‘it basically limited cash till the last day’ holiday in an attempt ‘to relax before the stresses of adult life make you cry’. But everything up until this point has been a bit of a mess.

I’m going to attempt to blog at least once a day whilst I’m abroad. But I will never guarantee it, I’m always a bit shit.

If the wait takes longer I will update along this post accordingly.