Thursday 8/22/2013
I wanna give a quick shout out to my sister
Rebekah. We gotta set up a
skype/facetime date stat when I get there, so I’ll have to send you an email
regarding specifics.
I’m currently writing from the London ayerport. With a 9 hour layover after a 6 hour flight,
we continue our journey with an 11 hour flight to Johannesburg and a skip over
to the island nation. Luckily we got to
spend part of it at a pub just down the tube a couple of stops, which was nice
to get out and stretch our legs.
The flight was a little terrible, aside from watching all
the Disney movies I could find, it was hot on the plane. If you know me, you’ll know I sweat like a
Walrus wrapped in heating blankets staked to a bon fire so that was incredibly
uncomfortable, and I am sure unbearable for the people around me, regardless of
how good any grown man think their musk smells better than the rest. I also got the chance to test out one of my
brother Jonathan’s theories during the longer international flight. If you know my brother, you know he’s a
pretty analytical and fairly emotionless person, unless of course he’s laughing
at his own jokes, but he surprised me with a question a few weeks ago. “Zach, do you get emotional during
international flights?” That of course
floored me, so I respond with “uh, maybe?
I’m not really sure, why?” And to
explain he says “well, I just tend to cry at the end of the of some dramatic
movies like Gran Torino. And apparently,
according to the internet, I am not the only guy that feels that way. It an odd phenomenon that affects other men
as well!” Fortunately, I was not sobbing
on my knees in the middle of the aisle way, but thank you for making me very
self-conscious the entire flight Jonathan.
Finally, I just wanted to close with saying that I am
going to be thinking very much of all the other volunteers that are going to
their respective countries as we Malagasy make our own journey. It is crazy to think how close you can become
to 60 other people just bonding over the unknown experience that everyone is on
the verge of embarking on. Please keep
them in your thoughts and prayers as well.
Peace!
I say “mada” you say “gascar”!!
Mada!
Mada!
Woo!
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