You may not be able to immediately appreciate, but if you stare for a few moments, you will notice Ashley snugged away in the middle of the chaos. I wish we'd rented a mule for all this gear, instead the two of us novice adventurers will be lugging my MacBook Pro to the top of Kilimanjaro, along with everything else we own. Minus that TV in the back. You also may not be able to appreciate the fact that this picture encompasses our entire apartment, but then, that's not what we're talking about today...we're talking about the final pack n' trek to la aeropuerto, and our fun before the fun begins.We spent the bulk of the last weeks' off-hours preparing the packs and collecting the last necessities (that we may never use). I collected drugs and bandaids like we were going to be the primary responders of an explosion at a glass factory, and Ashley was advised that her silky white skin oughta get a fuckin good scorchin'. So, amid knee high piles of gauze and protein bars, we found our way to the first leg of the journey. Our flight out allowed Ashley just enough time to recoup from a killer cold, and applying cold compresses to her tender red ass. And now we sit in YHZ waitin' t'go t'Londontown. See you at Picadilly.
