November 15th, 2012:

A couple of days ago Felicia and I were sitting up in our living room in Burbank until 3:30am packing and repacking for our flight out of LAX the next morning at 11am. We had just wrapped up all our editing/blogging/emailing for our 2012 wedding season and packing got pushed to an after midnight affair. Finally we were able to crash for 3 hours before getting up when my brother arrived to drive us to the airport.

We boarded our first plane to Seoul with no issues and (because of a short layover) were thankful when it pulled away from the gate on time.  Our thankfulness was short lived as we sat on the tarmac in line to take off, when the wheels finally lifted off the ground the pilot informed us we would be landing in Seoul 13 hours from then, about 20 minutes behind schedule… 20 minutes which would cut into the 1 hour we had to get from plane A to plane B bound for Singapore.  Seeing that stressing about these travel joys is useless, I tried to sleep (to no avail) and instead watched a series of bad movies on the 6″ display in from of me.

13 hours and 20 minutes later, we had the joy of furiously running from one end of the airport to the other, waiting to go through security again, then rushing to our plane to Singapore just minutes before they closed the doors.  I settled in for another bad movie and some more bad Korean Airlines bibimbap, a couple more Korean beers, and I finally slept for 2 hours before touching down just after midnight in Singapore.

Of course, one of our bags didn’t make the rushed transfer, so we headed down to lost baggage and gave them Felicia’s Mom’s address and we informed the bag would be delivered in the morning, then caught a cab for the 15 minute ride to the house my wife grew up in.  We arrived after 1am, exhausted, but happy to see her mother and brother and ended visiting for a couple more hours before exhaustion took us to bed for a few hours of restless, jetlagged sleep.

We woke early and proceeded to spend the next two days visiting family in a whirlwind of activity (which did not include recovering from our flights) before repacking our travel bags and catching another 6am flight to Manila in the Philippines.

10,500 miles in about a 65 hour period, and Felicia and I are completely whipped out in Manila. We had the whole day here, but all we’ve managed is to eat, nap, drink Starbucks, eat a little more (woefully out of obligation to feed our exhausted bodies), blog, and now we are off to sleep. The cameras almost never came out, but as soon as we spend the next couple days resting up, we’ll be ready for adventure.

More to come.