Passport to nowhere.
Introduction. (This was hand written on CO 47)
This was supposed to be my ultimate trip in my 2years with FT. I had LH J + F seats on top of the StarMegaDO flights. There was too be great friends, good food, and awesome events. In short straight EPIC. Then Murphy came a long, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Now, I should have foreseen problems, as I am the predominate bad decision maker. In short I make bad decisions all the damn time and I have discovered that my greatest enemy will forever be myself. I roll with the problems, I own them. This trip would be no exception.
Through travel we discover ourselves. At 35,000ft we flyertalkers find meaning in travel and in life. It shows us who are friends, enemies and ourselves are. We are a community bound by this love of travel. We come from all walks of life and corners of the earth. This week we came. From all around the world, we came to the DO that Tommy, Oliver, and XYZZY built. There was over three hundred people there. We came from everywhere, even Seattle, and San Diego.
My trip was supposed to be a simple one. NW/DL to JFK, LH to FRA, and the charter. However, I had to only live up to my FT moniker to see that this plan would not work. I picked my moniker when I was 14, it is a literary reference that should mean serious fun. There is however, a mischief side that gets me into trouble, and insures that nothing goes as planned.
The megado and this report will be no exception.