Mr Jummy is packed and raring to go!
In a little less than 12 hours, a mean taxi driver is going to be ringing our doorbell at a quarter to 6 to pick us up and take us to the train station. Why is the taxi driver mean, you ask? Well, I think that -anyone- ringing your doorbell before 6 in the morning is mean!!! After he drops us and our two suitcases at the train station, we'll drag ourselves up the stairs to the train and begin the 2-ish hour journey to the airport.
THEN THE FUN REALLY BEGINS!
10 hours, 40 minutes in an airplane seat designed for people who've had their legs amputated.
7 hours, 30 minutes in an airport which conveniently sits in the middle of NOWHERE so we can't really get anywhere fun and have time to sight see.
3 hours, 17 minutes in another rotten airplane seat.
But then! I will see my mom and dad at the airport and the hugely lengthy travel time will all be worth it.
