I picked up a new backpack last night that fits all my reporting equipment perfectly, and my checked bag was 45 lbs., well under the limit.
It was -2 degrees outside at 4 a.m. when I got in the car to drive here. When I came through security I got to go around the full body scanner that’s caused such a commotion in recent weeks, but they did have to pull apart my backpack. It was carefully packed so all three of my microphones, both my cameras and both my audio recorders fit. When they saw that on the screen they let me know they were going to have to pull it apart (as I knew they would). Luckily it was 6 a.m., so the security checkpoint wasn’t crazy.
There’s nothing like an airport on a Saturday morning. Aside from the occasional threat level announcement (currently orange) the mellow pop music combines with the constant stream of CNN, conspiring to lull me to sleep.
I figured out that while I’m landing in Kuwait at 6 a.m. tomorrow, to me it’s going to feel like 10 p.m. tonight. I’m interested to see how my body deals with that. I’m going to be on an “overnight” flight from London to Kuwait at what should feel like the late afternoon. Yum.
OK, I’m even more on my way. The next three days will be more of the same, because it won’t be until 5:30 p.m. Monday that I get to Baghdad, and then the following day when I get to FOB Kalsu. But I have a friend in Kuwait and a reserve unit in Baghdad to visit with, so none of it should be too bad. I even have friends in the U.K. I’d love to see, but I don’t have 24 hours there. So we’ll see what I come across in the next 72 hours.