I have luggage!

After the escapade of last night, there was no waking up before noon.

After binging on a lunch of orange juice (amazing here, btw) I trekked to the front desk to ask them if they’d call about my luggage. Turns out, the airport called to say my luggage had arrived at 10 am and the front desk had called my room… but I didn’t hear it. This was good news, and I immediately hopped in a cab to go collect it. 

I went into the customs area and explained my situation to them. They sent me to someone else, and I showed him my baggage claim form. He led me into a room FILLED (like, to the ceiling) with luggage and told me to find mine, and walked away. I eventually found it and with the help of a custodian got it out of the pile.

I even got the rest of Shaloo’s “From Canada” care package, as it was lost for awhile in the Great

Luggage Disaster of 09. I had brought him some gems in my carry-on baggage—2 issues of GQ, the Sports Illustrated

Swimsuit edition, a package of Peeps (he missed easter!), a carton of Pringles, and a Wall-E pez dispenser. The important things, KMS Hairplay mainly, were in the other bag. Finally, everything has arrived, and I can only hope to not have to repeat this situation with my next flight.

I had lunch with Shaloo and Sarah, a malaria researcher from Winnipeg, before hitting the beach. The road to the beach was dirt, and had been somewhat flooded by torrential rains. It took awhile to get there, but we made it eventually and even got to see Barack Obama St on the way. It was a beautiful area, but the waves were deadly. For real—as a former swimmer and lifeguard, I can say this is the easiest way to lose your life ever. The waves are huge and the undertow very strong. We watched some people surf while we laid on our beach recliners and drank.