I was on time.

I arrived on time to the airport.

But alas - their computer systems were down. So I ended up waiting in line for around 2 hours. Well, rather Nick did (thanks Nick), while I dashed around the airport getting some last minute things done (money exchanges, passport photos for visas, good coffee...). Traveling in twos is so much easier than traveling alone for this very reason - you can get so much more done.

So I was on time. And then time slapped me in the face and decided this was what it would do. 49 hours of being in transit. That is a lot of time to think.