Amsterdam

Well, I made it to Amsterdam. Barely. Our flight out of Toronto was 40 minutes late, which led to Katie and I having to do an "Amazing Race"-esque sprint through JFK in order to get ourselves checked in on time; running up escalators, and knocking over couples and Japanese tourists as we barrelled through the airport. It wasn't pretty. When I get home, I vow to take up running - I realized today (well, I guess, yesterday... I'm too jet-lagged to really know what day it is) exactly how poor of shape I am in. Definitely got my exercise for the week, though ;)

Sadly, although I made my flight, my bags didn't. I've got my fingers crossed that I will be reunited with them soon... otherwise the couple outfits that I threw in my carry-on will become quite smelly.

Now, to go get cleaned up, find a Starbucks (I see a McDonalds from my window here, so I'm hoping that American corporate imperialism has extended far enough to ensure that Starbucks has also crossed the Atlantic), and go do a little sightseeing before I drop.

Tanzania tomorrow night!

(And, thusfar, I've gotten through 25 pages of "War and Peace")