They say to focus on the journey, not the destination, but what happens when just reaching the departure point of a journey becomes a journey of its own? As I write I’m about to board a flight destined for Egypt. But getting here during covidtimes was its own adventure. Ironically, the first hurdle had nothing to do with covid. In the days leading up to our flight, one of my teeth had become exponentially more painful. Now granted, my superpower is that I can ignore some fairly significant discomfort, but my addled brain finally processed that I needed to deal with this, and pronto. Cue up last night’s emergency root canal. The relief (both physical and psychological — thank goodness it didn’t happen next week!) was extreme. Nice to know that my angels are still on the job.
As the time got closer to leaving I was often asked if everything was set. When it comes to travel during covid, everything is up in the air (except people) and nothing is ‘set’. I have kept a flexible mind and realized that plans could change at any point until we were checked in for the long haul. As it turns out, we were unable to check in online as our lab done PCR covid test didn’t have a QR code on it. A few days before I left, my daughter Sabrina sent me a text saying she would be suspending all cynicism and praying to the sacred goddess of health and travel logistics until I set foot in Egypt. But here we are – checked in and boarding shortly. We are Cairo-bound! Etihad Airways, the airline we are flying with, has extensive boarding requirements and at least on the flight I am not exaggerating when I say that I believe we will be safer than going to the grocery store!
At the best of times there are a lot of boxes to check before leaving a house and a life for three months to wander. When you carry everything on your back packing is an adventure in itself and usually I am a stickler about pack weight. But this time I have been throwing extra drugs in every time I pass my pack as if I had donkey carrying it for me. But it’s possible that at some point we may be sick or stranded and I’ve tried to pack accordingly.
Adventures by nature are risky. In fact the definition of adventure is “ a bold usually risky undertaking: a hazardous action with uncertain outcomes”. And this one sure qualifies. But even when a trip is not smooth sailing I still bask in the experience. Admittedly, if I am laying covid sick in a tent there may not be a lot of basking but it will still be an adventure. And I’m ready for an adventure!
I’ll post when I can! About ready to board so better sign off.