Right. An update on the travelling intern.
It was about three days in before I found out about the English riots, and I went into a blind panic. I saw the updates on my friends’ Facebook pages, then went to check out the news. I tried calling home, but couldn’t get hold of anyone, and, as I searched the internet, I saw that riots in Kingston were mentioned here and there, but no specific information. I started to fret, then worry, then assume the worst. I looked into changing my Round the World ticket (again), so I could get home.. Luckily, before I did something rash, Pete got me to call home again. I finally got in touch with Mum, who assured me all was quiet on the home front, don’t worry, and continue on with my Gap Summer.
If I wasn’t going back to the UK, I had to make a decision. Try to stay in Australia or New Zealand, or continue on with the next planned portion of the trip – the USA. For various reasons, a young person’s work visa wasn’t going to happen for either Oz or NZ, so it looked like I was on my way to America.
However, there was one problem. My ticket to the US had been rebooked a few months back, and all I had to do was get on the flight. No more fees to pay (unlike if I’d decided to stay in Oz or go home), but my ticket was to Los Angeles. Here’s the problem, my friend, Rich, is back in New Orleans for the second year of his Masters. (He had been in Colorado for the summer.) Originally, there was going to be a road trip involved, but I’m so skint (yes, stupid, I know), that I couldn’t afford to walk to Louisiana let alone embark on a road trip. Plus, as mentioned above, Rich is back to Uni and couldn’t really road trip it.
Solution to the problem? The best friend in the world.
Rich has loaned me a few hundred dollars to get a flight to from LA to NO. I have friends that are absolutely magic. So, here I am. On Rich’s sofa. With stupid crazy jet lag – awake at 4am and unable to keep my eyes open past 1pm. A mate of Rich has a brother who owns a bar, and he said I could have a job waiting tables for cash. Looks like I’ll be one of those illegal immigrants. Well, it’s just for pocket money. A shift or two a week, and it should be a laugh.
I’ll do my best to keep everyone posted.
PS-Oh, and I forgot to mention, MY FUCKING GOD IT’S HOT HERE. What is wrong with this place?