I was serenaded to sleep by Les Miz through my complimentary headphones for the second leg of our journey. I had to keep my eyes closed because the person in front of me tilted his seat back so the monitor was in my face and the human mind can only tolerate so much Hugh Jackman, you know?
Anyway, landed on time and in the right continent. The one with all the delicious fruits and animals.
Stayed in a hotel for a night and hurriedly shipped out at 5 in the morning double-fisting croissants (a poor decision since they were all crushed and hard when I ate them). One last time, we had to be accosted by security and declare that we had nothing to declare. I swear, those customs officials could smell the fear coming off me. Or maybe it was the 25 hours of traveling. In either case, they didn’t care.
Lemme tell, you Embrauer 170s are sketchy as shit! This plane had freaking ashtrays and shakes like a patient in benzo withdrawal. But whatever, they gave me two bags of macadamia nuts.
…Alright, five stars. Slow clap.
And then, we were welcomed into… The Compound.
The Compound is safety. The Compound is vital. Mostly because the Compound has Wifi. The Compound provides us our meals and bunk beds to sleep in. Our room of two has a single desk and shelving and space of hanging clothes. The Compound has provided us a mosquito net for which we are thankful and bottled water for our health. There’s also some tall, quirky medical students. And some dogs.
The Compound is our home now.