By jacuzzi on Skatehive
Lisbon to Cambodia: 21 Hours of Flights, Sprints, and One Hell of a Transit My eyes opened at 2:30 AM, half an hour before the alarm. My body knew it was time to move. Time to leave Portugal. Time to say goodbye to my sister and start the Cambodia chapter. I showered in the dark, trying not to wake her more than necessary, then threw everything into my backpack with the efficiency that comes from living out of bags for years. One last check – passport, wallet, phone. The essentials you absolutely cannot leave behind. She stirred as I was heading out. "Goodbye," she mumbled, half-asleep. "Bye. Love you." And I was out the door into Lisbon's pre-dawn streets. Five-minute walk to the airport. Plenty of time for a 6 AM flight if you believe the official recommendations about arriving three hours early for international travel. The 3 AM Airport Experience If you've never been to an airport at 3 AM, picture this: bodies sprawled across floors, people wandering with thousand-yard stares, the