Aloft over the Atlantic

11:00 PM? - Aloft over the Atlantic, I’m en route to Delhi via Amsterdam. A 20 hour flight doesn’t make a good story, so I’ll spare you the details. There are crying babies. There is fitful and infrequent sleep. There is excessively dry air. It is exactly what a 20 hour flight should be. I occupy myself with books, games, and the aforementioned fitful and infrequent sleep. I hope that a long bout of drowsiness will set in and I will catch some shuteye before landing in Amsterdam.


This is a post in the Journey to the East series. Other posts in this series:

Aloft over the Atlantic

JTTE: Bleary-eyed and Hungry Over the Old Evil Empire

JTTE: Day One in Delhi

JTTE: Wednesday is Cow Day

JTTE: Making the rounds in Delhi I

JTTE: Making the Rounds in Delhi II

JTTE: Agra, A Great Place to be Buried

JTTE: The Pink City I

JTTE: The Pink City II

JTTE: Bringing the Rain to Bikaner

JTTE: How Rajasthan Gets Medieval

JTTE: A Respite in Jodhpur

JTTE: The Most Romantic City in All of India

JTTE: The Hell with the Train

JTTE: Coming Home

JTTE: A Final Word on India