Yeah, the whole "my bike box is cardboard and weighs 20 kilos and is an awkward shape and most specifically has no freaking wheels" is a massive pain. Two bruised wrists, sore shoulders, and one ripped handle later I'm on the plane!
But, we need to go back to last night first. We got off the bus and then hauled our boxes to the subway station. Then switched to the L, after picking up a six pack of beer. Then hauled the boxes about 3/4 of a mile through Lincoln Square and up the two flights of stairs.
And we've discovered our walk from the train station to the hotel tomorrow should be about the same distance. Yay!! *arms fall off*
Chicago was great. Had burgers and beer and talked footie with the Irish bartender at a Tottenham bar next to Jon's sister's apt. Then hauled our stuff to the airport via bus and metro. Again though, long freaking walk carrying the stupid box. BUT! Since it is an international flight, we are Llowed one free checked bag, and our bikes qualified! So the stupid heavy box is flying to Stockholm and Paris for free! *happy dance*
Now, to find a way to pass the next 8 hours. Sleep will commence at some point. As will my jealousy of business/first class. But whatever. Time for my work-cation to begin!!
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