Safely arrived!

Flying is so curious.  The whole concept of spending almost as long at the airport either side of the flight as the flight itself is surely not what God intended.  But then, if God had intended that we should fly, he would have built the airports closer to where the people live. 

We amassed this morning at Heathrow, group G2 checking in together as instructed by Dynamic Dave the travel agent.  This was a smooth process, apart from one group who managed to arrive late then had to re-pack her entire bag due to being over the weight limit.  I won't mention her name, but you know who you are, don't you Sheila?

Just a bit of background to this trip. We are a large group of adult members of Girlguiding  in Greater London Kent, plus our Region Chief.  We fulfil numerous leadership roles within the County and have been looking forward to this trip for a long time.  My hope is that it will inspire those involved to lead groups abroad, to learn more about the giant organisation they are part of - WAGGGS- and generally to engage more with Guiding on an international scale, be it by encouraging their girls to apply for international opportunities, or they themselves.  There was talk over dinner this evening of people thinking about taking their units abroad, and that's what this is all about - enabling our members to show their units what they are part of and how exciting and special the world of international Guiding is.

We are now spending two nights in Mexico City, to acclimatise, as we are a very long way above sea level.  I know this because my deodorant exploded earlier, for this very reason.

I can't wait to see a bit of Mexico City tomorrow, before heading to Our Cabaña on whatever the next day will be.  I struggle with seasons and changing the clocks in the UK - this travelling back in time malarkey is therefore immensely confusing.   I think it's Tuesday now, but I can't be sure.

We had some April Fools fun this morning, various texts were flying around to say all flights to Mexico had been cancelled for the forseeable, which worried a few people.

I shall sign-out there.  Happy Tuesday (I think).