I love flying. I also love this moleskine notebook the guys gave me. It's so smooth, possibly too smooth as my pen is trying to finish words as I start them. In the departure lounge, in the space of 5 metres my boarding pass was checked 3 times. I also was searched, as well as my bag and I had to show that my camera was operational. Which I quite enjoyed.

Must remember to fill in crazy visa waiver form. I'm easily the youngest here so far....

T minus 35 minutes

Am I ready? Only in the sense I'm exceptionally under prepared. Though I bought some books today, because one of my lovely guide books suggested immersing myself in the culture via the medium of words. They are:

Tom Wolfe - The Bonfire of the Vanities

Truman Capote - Breakfast at Tiffany's

Jack Kerouac - On the Road

As I said to Rex, I currently have cyborg butterflies waging wars inside my stomach. Though that may just be the curry buffet yesterday. We shall never know. There's not much else I can really say, my chariot arrives in 30 minutes, I think I'm packed and an Indian guy just rang me to try and give me a graduate job.