At some point in growing up, flying has become less fun and become more and more unnatural feeling. Not only are you packed in to a big machine but you’re kind of forced to stay inside your little imaginary cube of space. Eat this space food at this time like everyone else. (Eat your soylent green, dear.) Pretend to be comfortable with this for 8 hours please.
At some point they need to work on a shrink ray or some time suspension if they don’t figure out teleportation sooner.
I arrived in London yesterday as scheduled but in the middle of my flight across the US one of the English flight attendants (I thought to my self “How quaint, they all have accents.” but of course they all have accents, it’s British Airways!) informed me that my connecting flight to Mumbai that night had been canceled. I couldn’t really do anything but laugh. It was pretty amusing. Of course something would go wrong.
Anyway, BA was pretty grand about it and put us up in an airport hotel for the night, which meant I got to go into London for a bit last night.
More on this later, flight is boarding!
Running on 4 hours of interval naps (kept waking up each hour afraid of being woken up by the hotel alarm clock which was stationed on the other side of the room). Now dirty chai at LHR, making my Mumbai Wishlist:
1. Elephanta Island – monkeys live here!
2. Prince of Wales Museum – they have old stuff!
3. And maybe some places from this old Design Sponge city guide: http://www.designsponge.com/2010/09/mumbai-city-guide.html
But I think we only have one day in Mumbai now (thanks to the flight cancellation) so we’ll have to see what Patrick has already planned.