there's nothing very exciting about these photos, just your everyday run of the mill plane photos really.
but what is exciting is the events that took place leading up to this flight...
It all started with crossing the american border on our way back from vancouver, a seemingly normal venture that included a slight hiccup with Clare's passport not getting stamped when she first arrived, meaning instead of just driving through we had to get out of the car and blah blah blah. this meant that instead of taking our passports back from the front of the car, we each did so as we seperately remembered. with the joys of unforeseen traffic came the lot of us rushing like madmen to unload the car, drop it off to the rental company and then catch our flight. we'd also heard that the security lines for flights in america were long, so we starting to stress a little. sam and tim eventually arrived back after dropping the car off, to realise that tim had not grabbed his passport from the front of the car (like we all assumed he had). with the clock ticking this meant tim had to get a taxi back to the rental company, grab his passport and get the flight - which we were already ourselves worried about missing. we collectively decided that we'd go on without him, better only one person have to get a new flight then us all right? once finally passed security, i ran ahead just to check if the flight had started boarding yet (the display board had said it hadn't). the departure area was almost empty, which made me immediately freak out. they were still boarding, but time was slipping away. we stood out the front of the departure gate hoping that maybe we could stall for tim, or at least drag it out as long as possible. by this point, we'd all given up hope that tim was going to make it. we had literally only just got there and he still had to get through security.
I took one last look down the hallway, to see tim running for his life toward us. he'd bloody made it. no flight has ever felt as rewarding as that one.
