7:41 A.M......or is it 6:11 P.M? I am in limbo. My stomach is starting to growl telling me it is time for breakfast, which will soon be served on the plane, although where we are it is currently dinner time. This makes me wonder about my Malaria meds which are supposed to be taken every morning. The doctor didn't say "start taking these in the morning before you leave in the timezone you will be travelling to." I realize that I have now seen the sun set, rise, then set again all in a period of 13 hours.
As our homely 737 passes over the mountains of Dushambe, the plane shakes slightly and I ponder the wonders of international travel. Like how I left Chicago right after the sun set, but was able to see it rise less than six hours later. Like how my feet, already large a size 13 4E width, barely fit in my shoes. I was lucky enough to be in a seat away from the token crying baby and in its place my discomfort mate is a wonderful woman from New Delhi who's name i can not begin to spell correctly (give me a few months.) Her only downfall is that she plans on sleeping for most of the flight and i don't want to wake her up so that i can get out!
Things learned: Toilets on airplanes will always startle me when flushed, even if I am prepared for it.
Things marveled at: Even being on a turbulent people rocket streaking across the sky at nearly 600mph will not stop morning prayer. Prayer rugs do fit in the aisle.
More. I want more stories, more insight, more descriptive writing....Is this your plan, to always leave us wanting more? If so, it's working. Awaiting your next post.
ReplyDeleteSo glad for your mom, dad, siblings and all of us that you're back in touch with the world. I'm loving the opportunity to follow your odyssey...keep detailed observations and insights coming! xoxo Ms Ellen
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