Esther?

Hi, 

this is Louisa and at this point I am sitting in my plane to San Juan (which somehow belongs to the USA. You probably did not know and so did I. Thats why I found myself, 5 hours ago at the check-in, without any allowance to travel to the USA. The Condor-check-in-lady asked me about my ESTA or Visa and I probably looked at her the exact same way I used to look at my math teacher. Who is Esther and what do I need her for? Why am I even supposed to know her and in what relation does she stand to my journey? I found out that Esther is not "Esther" but "ESTA" and I needed it (not her lol) for my transit. WTF is that rule, Obama? I'm not even staying there? I always thought that airports were some sort of no-mans-land? Wasn't that why the NSA guy was staying at Moskow Airport for that long? As I am not leaving the airport I am not staying in the USA? Whatever, I have an ESTA now? I better need it in San Juan, Obama!).

I am only writing this because I am so bored. I don't feel like watching movies and I don't want to play the Sims 3 either because I don't want to be judged by anybody. Thats why I am hanging here, looking all busy and important while typing on my MacBook. 

My GoPro is working perfectly and I am filming everything: myself sleeping, my food, the plane-walls, the clouds… By the way: I am awake for about 12 hours now and I did not even make my first stop. 

I am right now trying to make a video of the first part of my day. The result of my first ever made GoPro clip can be seen below.

Update: I am in San Juan right now, and so far nobody was interested in seeing my ESTA thing.

24/08/13 FRA - SJU from Louisa on Vimeo.