… or roughly 32 000 feet above the ground, that’s where I am now, as you are reading this. In about six hours I will land at Schiphol airport in the Netherlands, back where I started hundred and twenty-three days ago. It doesn’t seem so long when you are at the end of it, but that’s still a good third of year.
Seven hours before the previous post I was waiting at the end of a long security check line right before the gate. An elderly American couple joined behind me. We briefly exchanged looks. “Are the lines always this long?”, I asked. “No idea, it’s the first time we’re passing through here”, they replied. The two of them had just completed …
roughly 10 kilometers above the ground, that’s where I am now as you are reading this. So, you must be wondering: that’s all nice, but why are you on a transatlantic flight anyway?
