Salt Lake City

Six hours wait in Salt Lake City and free wi-fi, yippie!

The *-}- went fine. I biped in the security control in Copenhagen and had an intimite moment with a security gaurd, but afterwards I put all clothes with metal in the bag and the next two checks went throught. I had a few nervous minutes when I tried my brand new Mastercard too, buying the cheapest item in the store, some disguisting candy.

The morning flight to Paris was quite unexciting, I slept the whole time and only woke for "breakfast" (Air France combines minimalistic air plane meals with a continental breakfast, there was no need to count calories).

In Paris I boarded with a herd of suits, all with nametags saying Jesus Christ (I don't really care for that kind of missionairies :'-P). Next to me sat a very talkative 17-year old German exchange student who looked rather like 13. We were friends for 11 hours but lost each other in the costums and border protection.

Flying over Salt Lake City is a strange experience, there are glaciers of white salt around the lake, the sand is redish and mountains surrounds the city. Cool.

All officials I met were really friendly and joking, "Sweden, Stockholm, nice" and "Hi, Red! Going to Santa Barbara, huh, with all the rich people, lucky yoouu", there were no difficulties at all to get into the country.

Now I'm finally on my way. It's a little bit scary, but every one seems kind and helpful. I haven't gotten used to the thought of not seeing my family and friends back home for ten months, and when things cool down I'll probably get homesick, but right now I'm just high on life and adventure.