Day 139: aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sooo...I got out of Greenland, on time and as planned. More on that later. Spent the night with the cousin in Iceland, etc etc etc. After going from Iceland to Boston, I was supposed to catch a flight to get me into Halifax. Well. My flight from Iceland was delayed, making me blatantly miss my flight in Boston. After hauling my luggage about a mile around the Boston airport, I found a ticket agent who told me that Icelandair (who manned the late flight) wasn't responsible for my connection, which is through a different airline. What I don't get: they told me "you should have booked your connection through Icelandair" and I was like "Uhh...Icelandair doesn't go to Halifax." "Doesn't matter." What?

Anyhoo, so, tired and broken I went to Air Canada and seriously lost the ability to speak English.

"ICELAND...LATE...NO CONNECTION"

They very kindly decided not to charge me for an entirely new ticket. However, the next flight isn't until tomorrow morning, about...eh, 14 hours from now. Close to tears (I'm turning into a big baby), they then told me that the flight was overbooked. I must have looked seriously destroyed because apparently they pulled some "well you were supposed to be going earlier so you have right of way" business and I got a ticket.

Sooo...I'm sitting in the Boston airport right now, at...midnight? I've been here since 7pm. Will continue to be here, a sketchy squatter in the abandoned children's playroom (the best-lit area in this accursed airport) until 8am tomorrow. My funders (the Watson) will take away everything I own if I enter the USA, with the exception of being allowed to pass through airports if they make a necessary and logical connection to another country. So I can't leave the airport, like a normal person, to find a hotel.

One of the particular adventures of traveling alone is manhandling a massive amount of luggage solo...which at the moment, since I cannot check in my luggage until 3 hours before the flight, means that I have to carry absolutely everything with me everywhere I go...eating, bathroom... for these many hours.

I had to call my Canadian friend on a payphone and spent about 10 minutes trying to remember which one was the quarter. In my purse I currently have American, Canadian, English, Danish, Icelandic, Norwegian, and Chinese currency. I forget what country I'm in every five minutes.

I...really need to sleep.

Less whining, more stories, and final Greenlandic photos to be coming from Canada.

This makes me feel better: