I know, I know -- how many positives can there be to having to fly to Japan? What? What are you looking at? Wanna take my place?
But there are.
I have no idea what route Captain Pilot took back from Tokyo to Minneapolis St. Paul (Twin Cities!) but, for about three hours -- remember we're traveling at 500 miles per hour -- we flew over a vast iceland. Snow, snow, more snow.
At 37,000 feet there aren't many things you can see in detail, but I saw huge networks of wormlike rivers, and I kept saying to myself, How would you like to be THERE, in that EXACT SPOT, RIGHT NOW, instead of being in this pressurized 747 cabin?
But the weird thing was, that it was such an alien landscape, almost like looking at a map of Pluto, that I didn't expect to see any sign of human habitation.
But there was! All of a sudden, you would see a road, as straight as a ruler, stretching as far as the horizon, and we're talking curvature of the Earth here, buddy.
Who the fuck lives in those places? Huh? What, it was Kamchatka? What's it like to be shivering under an overpass in Kamchatka anyway? I'm afraid I will never know, but at least I'll be having a strawberry daiquiri tonight.
Yes indeedy siree Bob.
COLLECTION FOR THE HOMELESS IN KAMCHATKA. You have my PayPal address.
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