I am one of those unfortunate people who do not deal well with planes. They make me nervous (and often nauseated), even on short flights, so the prospect of being on a plane for fifteen hours (and switching around between planes for nearly twenty total hours) struck a chord of fear in my belly from the beginning of my trip planning.
Lucky for me, Wes handled the actual details of the flights through a travel agent, so I was able to mostly ignore the impending period of airborne travel.
At least, until the last minute.
