PAMGAM journeys beginning

London Heathrow is quite a sizeable airport. In tandem, Delta Airlines is also considered one of the biggest airlines in the world. You would think that with those facts in mind, they’d have their logistics nailed down. Well, probably, but not in this case.

Max enjoying some yummy “fresh” bread

Our first leg of the journey started in the London as we made our way to Spain for the MTRI Triathlon in Castello De La Plana. Of course, we could never go race without picking up our PAMGAMs. In anticipation of the race, we all packed our trusty bikes. In my case, coming from the states, I needed to make sure that my bike could fit and ship on the same plane as me. When I checked it in at Atlanta, I had no idea what a journey it would take. You see, I had a layover in Paris before getting into London. At some point on that quest, my bike was removed from the flights and essentially.. lost to oblivion.

Eric playing the inferior British form of pool

Not only that but my main bag, you know.. the one full of all my clothes and gear. Yep, that one was also lost. So there I am, arriving in Heathrow, with only one change of clothes and my hygiene bag. Off to a hot start! My bike on the other hand. Well, he traveled apparently from Atlanta to Paris, Paris to London (After I left London), London to Marseille (After I left Marseille), Marseille BACK to London, London to Atlanta, Atlanta to Jacksonville, Jacksonville BACK to Atlanta and finally down to my little town in Georgia. At some point in my bike’s grand tour of the world, the bag was broke and all my clothes for the race spilled out… So upon arrival, my bike was ziptied together with the tattered remains of the bag and a separate soggy bag of clothes.

Eric and Shkylar (The hardest working waitress in New York) headed upstairs

Now, did this spoil the mood? Well, you’ll have to tune into the next blog to figure it out O.o

Kelp cooking up some grub for us