Flight log
The roadtrip is over; I’m gone and back again, all in the same day, and the only sign of my having left the house is the knowledge that travel isn’t as hard as it seems. I had the restless night before, and the mad scramble around a large international airport trying to find the correct FBO, but in the end it came down to hours of cloud watching.
Round trip, I put in 1860 airclicks today. Not enough to go around the world, or even the province, but more than at any time in the past few years. In fact, I’m a total failure as a regular air traveller. No place to go, and no reason to go there means that airplanes are those noisy contraptions that pass overhead, just outside of my field of view.
Here’s the redline. We left early, returned at sunset and saw the world as a hazy white comforter. Five hours of sitting in a small seat, with only a single can of cola to break the fast. There was coffee, but when your plane lacks even the simplest of amenities, it’s best that one abstain from liquid intake for as long as humanly possible. My ears popped on ascent and descent, which means that the Eustachian subsystem is still functional (I do Valsalva, as an aside)
This was a working trip, so I did my professional bit in a small school. The network infrastructure is now better, and I showed the resource person that you could find what network drop belongs to what patch position without a team of people yelling status updates in the corridors. That alone is worth a day away from home. And my new word for today is NAKAI.
