Apparently not. That was the agreed time to leave Belfast to start our journey to Dublin airport. Despite the hour, the mood was buoyant, the banter high and the horses in Newry very much free-range. Incidentally, turns out we could've got an extra hour in bed and got the 5am bus down as McKegney kept us waiting at the airport. Good one, Sarah.
Some people say you make your own luck in life. If that's true I think I'll stick with Neal. Buoyed by nabbing a free trip to Dublin, he succeed where others failed by getting his bag through when it was 13kg overweight - which equates to his two month supply of hair gel, presumably. Contrast this to Andy who got stuck at check-in in Dublin over passport issues, and then got detained by security in Toronto. You'd think that out of a group of 26, described as the Young Leaders of tomorrow, at least one of us would notice when one of our team disappeared. But no, it took some time. Oh, and then when boarding the flight to D.C. he gets picked out by security for a random search. You really couldn't make it up.
After much fun with the touch-screen in-flight entertainment from Toronto, 26 excited little Wippers (well, 25 excited Wippers: Andy was probably a little nervous) landed safely in D.C. Seeing the sights as we flew in was brilliant, but the welcome by all the Host parents when we touched down was unbelievably surreal. Lenore and Michael Martinez are the very lucky people who get to be the new Mom and Pop of myself and Chris Joyce. Their hospitality and generosity has been truly unbelievable and I really couldn't ask anything more of them. After a short tour of D.C. we headed home for some food and then some much-needed sleep.
After months of waiting, of application forms and interviews, and of e-mails about Business Cards, we had finally arrived.