journal notes - 28 sept. 06 11pm PST

after awhile, every airport looks the same. the people, the food, the announcements-- they are just a repeating cycle of haggard faces, $5 bottles of water, and overloud, staticky announcements. the time changes, but it's always the same, and you're never quite sure what day it is, if you should be tire or awake and what the weather is like where you used to be. you're stuck in a box with strangers.

...sure, some may merely be connecting in Fiji, but as for ther est, it's an interesting mix of overweight, white, middle-aged tourist types on a golf trip, young honeymooning couples who haven't travelled much, a few die-hard surfers, and a scant few of them young tourists, my age-- but i didn't quite feel a connection with any of them. am i being snobby? a little, perhaps, but i can't help it. is it wrong not to want to be surrounded by over-loud, over-weight, over-paid, over-spending Americans who feel the world is theirs to posses? would they appreciate the nature, the people, the beauty in a respectful, organic way? who could not enjoy themselves without three-course meals and golf every morning? i don't think it's wrong, i just don't, i am happy to spend time alone if it means i will not have to be annoyed. so, okay, maybe i am a snob. won't apologize.