I describe extended plane trips as the moving equivalent of a sensory deprivation tank. Iris more correctly describes it as the moving equivalent of a bout of the flu--one just endures it confident one will feel better in the morning.
At any rate, we arrived in Bangkok at midnight, having left at 3:30 am. We looked a bit the worse for wear, our clothing stained with bits of the innumerable and inedible airline meals. Iris thoughtfully met us at the "meeting point" at the airport. This designated name makes the the airport sound folksy--actually it looks like the set they always blow up at the end of a James Bond movie.
Was too tired to do more than collapse into bed....
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