Homeward Arrival…

I am pleased to announce that the flight from
Kenya to the

USA progressed well and quite
complete in fashion, despite its own idiosyncrasies.
  Upon departing from

Kenya I was
threatened with arrest due to a small issue with my visa extension.
  As it turned out, my visa was extended but
not until my departure as promised.
 
Instead I overstayed my legal presence for some ten days and was amidst
infraction of bylaws regarding “visitors.”
 
Whatever the case, the small situation was remedied with me purchasing another
visa for ten days and getting on the plane to come home.

Before the near incarceration I checked in with British Air
and requested an aisle seat as is my favorite.
 
Something about being pinned between people I don’t know for such a
great amount of time without the freedom to walk around without great commotion
causes a slight sense of claustrophobia.
 
Ergo, I make it a point to sit upon the aisle to counteract these
unnecessary fetters of airplane seats.
 
For a moment I thought I was to have the seat next to me empty, but by
great misfortune I was seated next to an overly chatty woman who began drinking
upon her entrance to the plane.
 

Over the next eight hours of flight she continued to consume
more alcohol and climbed over me more times than I could count.
  Her drunken antics began to get old as well
as her many “accidental” slips in sitting on my lap while I was trying to
sleep.
  Up to the time of landing in

London she continued to
slur her words, fall upon my shoulder in a drunken stupor and asking me the
same questions over and over.
  I was
certainly glad to see the Heathrow airport.

The flight from

London
was far more pleasant as I not only had an aisle seat but two empty seats next
to me.
  I had a pleasant trans-Atlantic
transit to the sunny and beautiful city of

Miami.
 
Upon exiting the plane I met the record breaking hot and humid heat of

America that I
had heard so much about through the news.
 
However, it was a pleasant encounter and I spent my time in the airport
sleeping and dreaming about running barefooted over things that had no dangers
of worms or broken glass.
 

As the sun set over the western horizon, I could see the
slight curve of the earth from the airplane window.
  The world seemed so terribly large from such
a vantage point when I realized I was a mere spec afloat amidst the sea of
humanity.
  Yet it was a strange thought
to think that only hours before, I was in another land entirely foreign and
different.
  The arrival into the

Greensboro airport was an
easy one and the walk off that ramp seemed as surreal and dreamlike as my
earlier slumber.
  However, it took only
moments and I was greeted by my delightful parents, embraced and welcomed back
to the

land of
North Carolina.
  It is good to be home and I look forward to
sharing about the journey that was

Kenya!