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I got up at four in the morning to catch a flight to Amsterdam from Riga. Having a serious case of jitters before my trip I couldn’t sleep before after midnight.

At Amsterdam I had just had time to buy a sandwich and get on my flight for Detroit. The flight to Detroit will be a flight I will never forget! I was sitting minding my own buissness watching a movie when just a few rows ahead of me an elderly man stoops down. The stewardess calls for medical doctors with credentials over the intercom and several rush to the scene. After a few moments of confusion, getting oxygen bottles and a defibrilator. What seemed like an eternety later (in reality 15 minutes) he was declared dead. The older man (in his 60s) was travelling with his son who began weeping and became violently ill with grief. We where a bunch of Christians (me, a Catholic priest and a large churchgroup from phoenix who had just been to Greece to retrace Paul the apostles footsteps) where praying for him and trying to comfort him. Promptly his father was swept in a blanket and put in the seat next to him for the duration of the flight.

Once in Detroit I was subjugated to the strenous US border procedures, and boy have they gotten picky. I had to deposit finger prints, photos and fill out form after form. I had to go through special customs checks as I was told my swords where lethal weapons (And why was I bringing lethal weapons to the US). Then came the bomb detection machine, take of your shoes step into this machine (wich huffed and puffed) and lets see what you got.

Finally ready and in Detroit airport I managed to unwind with a burrito at Tacobell and board my next flight to Dallas fort worth. I was placed crammed into a row between one very big lady and a man with his laptop, kindly I asked the stewardes if I could move, I was tired and had had a dramatic day so far (a man died on my last flight!), promptly they wisked me into buissness class and kept trying to serve me coktails that I didnt want, I just wanted space. But the first class seats allowed for a very comfortable ride indeed.

After an hour and a half delays (weather, the doors on the plane broken etc) I finally arrived in Dallas to be picked up and taken to a faboulous mexican restaurant (the blue goose) where I was treated to fantastic beef fajitas and great company. I got to Spend the evening with Guy Windsor from the Europen school of Swordsmanship. Who turned out to be agreat guy even tho he was a britt… (You know who you are … :P)

Later on we visited the hall where the event will be held and met with Brian Price and had a faboulous time…..

Twenty seven hour later I was snug in bed In Brians house ready to doze of for a few hours, promptly waking at six o’clock for morning prayers…. maybe I’ll try to get an hour or two more sleep, but I am far to excited!