Wild Rivers Film Festival: The Flight Back

I wish I could fall asleep in airports or in the airplane for tat matter. This airport had 19602 styped swivel seats that looked like they might be comfortable. They weren’t. I sat in one for a while and tried to relax, but my butt started hurting after 5 minutes.  I sat next to this fellow in these green semi reclining benches.

Those neck pillows never work for me either. I keep thinking an inflatable beach ball might be a good solution for falling asleep on a plane. First off blowing it up would exhaust me and ten I could lean forward and wrap myself around the ball.

I have just started a three month sketch tour, so I should develop some workable travel hacks by the end of this trip. My decision to take a laptop and an iPad in my backpack is deeply regretted right now. I walked for many miles yesterday with the backpack and discovered it is heavy as hell.

I also might have considered using smaller and thus lighter sketchbooks. My day art back is darn heavy as well. I am about to hike to a war memorial to sketch and I will see how I do. I suppose I just need to suck it up. I am committed to using what I have. An umbrella turned inside out the second I opened it yesterday and it went straight in the trash. If anything doesn’t work I have to be quick to rim the fat so I can travel lighter. Maybe a typical suitcase on wheels might have been a good idea. Traveling can be tough, but hopefully it builds character.