One of the joys of traveling with my friend, Marty Fritzhand, is the use of Delta Crown Rooms and Priority Boarding - both due to his gazillion mile status with Delta. Not this time. Marty is in China and will come down to meet me in India.
Now that I'm on board and seated, it's not so bad. There's an empty seat here and there, and one is between me on the aisle and the man near the window. A little extra comfort. Big plane - three seats, four in the middle, then three again.
Four hours later. We now have about 3-1/2 hours to go in this flight from Paris to Delhi. I was standing in the back, stretching. Outside a small window back there I saw the snowy landscape you'll see in one of the photos. I've never seen anything like that in my life.
Now back in my seat writing more of this for posting whenever I get Wi-Fi access. According to the screen in front of me, we are approaching from the west the southern shore of the Caspian Sea. Please someone, take a look at that photo, factor in what the screen shows, and tell me where in the hell we are? Over what country? No internet up here, so I can't go online to figure it out. If you can, use the comments.
While I'm handing out assignments, a quote is stuck in my head. It goes something like this: Don't tell me what you've read. Tell me where you've been. Who said that? It came to me because I regret I didn't start going to more offbeat and challenging places earlier in life. I have Marty to thank for kicking my travel ass in gear over the last ten years. Oooops. Just had an emotional (teary) moment.
It's now 1am here. I've just checked into Airport Hotel Impress. It's fine. Not impressed. Leave at 7:30am to go back to the airport for a short flight to Varanasi. Good Night.
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