Well, I arrived in Haiti with no mishaps. Glad to be greeted by the Carribean band. Chatted with the various mission teams and diasporas on the flight and of course continued my hilarious book. So, this post is just to share a few flying observations again. I had a visit to the WC, which is THE most accurate name on a plane. Gotta love the signage. They left me slightly confused. But I guess if you're presenting a contrary message, repeat the one you want applied multiple times.

Confused as I? 

Confused as I? 

Really? You gotta explain all that?  

Really? You gotta explain all that?  

Airlines have perfected the art of repeated confusion. They also tell you they provide a snack. For all veteran travelers, we now know this term is very misleading, unless you consider over processed crap with no pronounceable ingredients listed edible. For me, an organic idealist, I find these hardly palatable. But when you've flown hours on end and feel as though you may begin nibbling on your own extremities, take the first option offered to you. Believe me, you'll be grateful you followed my advice. So if you're a naturalist, as my brother-in-law prefers to label me, a granola crunching hippy, sacrifice your ideals for the duration of the plane ride in favour of forgoing caniblism. I gladly welcomed the two inch Kitkat morsel, but am still trying to hold out for a third option instead of digesting manufactured oils and cheeses that never expire, since I've arrived at my destination. Now granted this being Haiti and a third option may not present itself readily, I have held on to the plastic colorful packages.  

So first world is now gone behind me. Welcome to the other side. The blogs should get more interesting here on out.  

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