My flight left Bangkok at 5am. My neck was so sore from my massage the night before. I think there must be some rite of passage one must go through before the Thai massage becomes therapeutic.
I think I counted ten people on the plane, including myself. I stretched out in the three seats for a rest before the sun came up. When I woke up the plane was flooded in light. "Nooo!" I thought, " I missed the view". I flung the window shade open and saw the literal start of the Himalayas. I looked behind the wing and all was flat. Ahead of me was this....
|soooooo many trees|
7am touchdown. This air is bright and cold. Yep, this is real life. I made it.