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I am alive!
Oct. 3rd, 2004 02:24 pmIn short:
I am in Quito, I arrived late last night. My flights were (objectively) fine. Subjectively, though, I completely freaked out during my NY to Miami flight. To counter my absolute conviction that I was about to die RIGHT THEN I kept eating xanax, and by the end of the three-hour flight got so fucked up that when it was time to deboard I happily walked off the plane without my camera bag, (contents of the said bag included my very expensive mini-DV cam, my newly purchased AT lavalier mike, the lomo camera (I dedided on that one), my digital camera, and about a million wires that are necessary to run all of my equipment). I slowly cognized this fact halfway to another terminal (and by the way, Miami International is like the airport version of Los Angeles on the inhuman sprawl tip), nearly had a heart attack, but about twenty minutes later after tears (mine), laughter (the customs officers) and several confused phone calls (American Airlines representatives), the bag was repatriated to me.
The side effect of my continual freakout en route to Miami was the fact that by the time the plane for Quito took off, I had no energy left to freak out, and kind of floated in my xanax haze for the next four hours, periodically idly contemplating the possible reasons for the near-constant turbulence. For the last hour we flew along the line of a sunset the colors of which resembled nothing so much as a silk skirt I bought in New Orleans a lot time ago: intense fiery orange and subdued pidgeon blue-gray.
Quito is pretty high up in the mountains, and I forgot how thin the air was here. I woke up a few times during the night literally gasping for air like a fish out of the water. Now I feel a little stunted, despite (or perhaps because of) my 14-hour sleep. I have only the haziest ideas about finding an apartment, but it also does not help that everything is closed today.
Hopefully the next update I post will be from the comfort of my new place. But probably not.
Over and out,
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anthrochica "in the field"
I am in Quito, I arrived late last night. My flights were (objectively) fine. Subjectively, though, I completely freaked out during my NY to Miami flight. To counter my absolute conviction that I was about to die RIGHT THEN I kept eating xanax, and by the end of the three-hour flight got so fucked up that when it was time to deboard I happily walked off the plane without my camera bag, (contents of the said bag included my very expensive mini-DV cam, my newly purchased AT lavalier mike, the lomo camera (I dedided on that one), my digital camera, and about a million wires that are necessary to run all of my equipment). I slowly cognized this fact halfway to another terminal (and by the way, Miami International is like the airport version of Los Angeles on the inhuman sprawl tip), nearly had a heart attack, but about twenty minutes later after tears (mine), laughter (the customs officers) and several confused phone calls (American Airlines representatives), the bag was repatriated to me.
The side effect of my continual freakout en route to Miami was the fact that by the time the plane for Quito took off, I had no energy left to freak out, and kind of floated in my xanax haze for the next four hours, periodically idly contemplating the possible reasons for the near-constant turbulence. For the last hour we flew along the line of a sunset the colors of which resembled nothing so much as a silk skirt I bought in New Orleans a lot time ago: intense fiery orange and subdued pidgeon blue-gray.
Quito is pretty high up in the mountains, and I forgot how thin the air was here. I woke up a few times during the night literally gasping for air like a fish out of the water. Now I feel a little stunted, despite (or perhaps because of) my 14-hour sleep. I have only the haziest ideas about finding an apartment, but it also does not help that everything is closed today.
Hopefully the next update I post will be from the comfort of my new place. But probably not.
Over and out,
anthrochica "in the field"
