As promised, Joseph's diary entry:
"It's early morning, and I'm on the plane. Somehow I'd lived the last two weeks having thoughts about the trip being cancelled (for me at least), because it seems everytime you have high expectations for something, it gets cancelled, crashes or dies. Not that these three things couldn't happen simultaneously right now. To me. Let it be known that this rambling entry was written on the actual day that... things happened? I don't know. So unlike most other entries which will likely be written after the trip, this one records most accurately my thoughts.
Anyway, since the art hasn't started and breakfast isn't here, I shall describe the plane ride. Due to me being passive and waiting for people to tell me where I should move, I am now sitting next to Steffi (sp?). I don't dare to ask, I have probably bored her half to death, my only words to her being thanks (x8) and huh? (x8) Yes. Watching a turtle run a marathon is more interesting then sitting beside me."