Yes, It Has Been Very Long

I haven't published anything in exactly 4 months and seven days. My excuse: I've been busy--very busy. My last post consisted of me telling everyone that I would be gone for awhile. I'm sorry to say it's been nearly two and a half whiles. I told you I was going on a mission trip but I didn't share with you that I'd be busy for a long time. I'd prefer not to go into the details of my business as it could take hours upon hours to write. However, here is a brief description of what went these past few months:

Upon boarding the airplane in Kiev, Ukraine on August 2nd, I was entirely unprepared for the realm of travels I would encounter. My flight to Munich went well as expected and I next waited in the German airport for two hours before boarding my next flight. I bought a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in one of the German gift-shops and proceeded to take a small cat-nap before boarding my next flight from Munich to Washington D.C.. This is where my "business" started. I enjoyed the flight very much and watched a couple of in-flight movies but I forgot to even touch my chocolate-covered pretzels. By the time I realized that I still had them, unopened, I no longer was in the mood for chocolate-covered pretzels. This was about 8 hours into the flight and about ten minutes before, I regret to tell you, my plane went down, crashing into the Atlantic ocean. I found a new affinity for seat-belts after this experience and I'm happy to tell you that safety crews came to our assistance very quickly. But there was a bit of a debate as to where the survivors of the plane-wreck should be delivered. It was determined that we had crashed at the very middle point between Britain and the United States. After an hour long discussion (which I had the opportunity of listening to) and a coin toss, it was agreed upon that the survivors should be delivered to England. It may have been a coincidence that there happened to be a British cruise liner heading towards England and passing by our plane-wreck. Safety officials helped all 150 of the survivors, including myself, aboard the cruise-liner and we were headed for Britain. I got a couple hours of sleep and then awoke to the sound of a fog-horn. I asked my way around and discovered that we were 1 and 2/3 days away from the British mainland, and after discovering that I had much time to do what ever I wanted aboard the ship I decided to explore. I found an inflated hot-air balloon on one of the decks and like any inquisitive plane-wreck survivor, decided to climb in. This was a bad idea. As soon as I jumped in I noticed a strange feeling. It felt like I was in a balloon. I already knew I was in a balloon, but what I didn't know was that I was in a floating balloon. Apparently, the weights holding down the balloon adjusted as I jumped in and I was now floating away. I guess no-one on the ship noticed, even though this happened during the day. I seemed to remember a sign I saw while I was on the cruise ship which said something about a sea-lion show. I determined that all the passengers on board were at this show and that's why I was floating farther and farther and higher and higher--totally at the mercy of the winds.
Three days of the wind blowing me as it pleased carried me farther than I could have expected. I finally came to a rather bumpy landing in a very green forest. I got out of my basket and looked around, trying to make a quick diagnosis on my situation. I looked to my left and saw a panda. From this, I determined that I was somewhere in the Far-East and made the decision to try and find some sign of civilization. A three hour hike brought me upon a small pond and a pagoda. I entered the pagoda and saw a man standing in the corner. After I saw him I became more secure in my belief that I was in the Far-East. After I attempted to communicate with him and heard his foreign-reply, I was sure of it. I tried to communicate that I was hungry, tired, and had been severely misplaced after my hot-air balloon had drifted too far from the cruise-ship taking me to England. I failed to get the response that I wanted and I was sure he had no-idea what my problem was. He muttered a couple of phrases in his foreign dialect and then handed me a pouch filled with various spices. He set his eyes on me with a serious gaze, uttered something which I am convinced was an old Asian adage, and set me on my way. I wandered off into the forest, still feeling hungry, lost, and tired. At this point, I sat next to a rock and tried some of the spices which the Asian man had given me. A few moments later I fell asleep.

Writing about my experiences has caused me to become very tired right now so I am forced to save my save the rest of my story-telling for later. I do plan to continue the posting of my business at some time in the near future.