Tandem, check. Solo wing, check. Carry on, check. Personal item (back pack), check.
Smooches and goodbyes to my girls, (sniffle), check.
After a morning deluge of rain today, the clouds parted and near gale force winds ensued. As I recall it rained on the bus ride down last year too. So it is eerily similar to last time. A good omen I think.
This time around, however, I'm riding the bus solo to LAX where I will rendezvous with Juho. Last time I rode (and flew) with my esteemed colleague Brian who is known lovingly in Colombia as "the pilot of the Bumblebee Tandem" (El Piloto del bipleza abeja?). Brian left a week ahead of me to go play and warm up, so to speak, ahead of the tours. Nice.
Juho works with Eagle in Santa Barbara and is a solid pilot and van driver extraordinaire. He should be only flying and not driving on this trip, though I suspect he will be super helpful nonetheless.
We found a comfy couch with an outlet--A true premium experience at the airport.
Got a full charge on the phone just as it is time to board. Gotta go!
