Day 1 – Arrival.

Arriving about an hour late, we met our driver waiting with our sign who then complained that he waited for an extra hour that he could have picked other people up in that time. Little did we know that this dude was actually the husband (possibly) of the operator (and maybe owner) of the hotel that we were staying at.

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Day 0 – Judgement day

Upon arriving home (late as usual) the remainder of the clothes were packed and we made our way to a very poorly marked Delta terminal. 9 hours doesn’t seem like a long time when its written down on paper. We had decided that we would check a bag since it would be easier than rolling around with several little carry ons.

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