LOCATION: JFK | Above Siberia
APPEARING: Me
APPEARING: Me
That's me, leaning against a wall at JFK International Airport-- waiting to get on a Boeing 777 to Ho Chi Minh City (AKA Saigon) via Tokyo. The next three weeks and a few days are set aside for reporting on a trifecta of travel stories for a pair of newspapers. Roughly 24 hours earlier, I was sitting on an ER hospital bed with a needle in my arm and electrodes coming off my chest... because of chest pain and dizziness. In any case, I didn't want to go to the ER since I figured it was just nerves, a residual of the 8-day, live, oral typhoid vaccine, a result of bad posture, or some other mystery-- but people smarter than me (including an ER doctor friend whose advice I hold in the highest possible esteem) insisted I should go and get a clear bill of health. Got it. Also got a cold, perhaps from being around sick people all day.
The rest of the images are from the final hours of the flight. As I was wandering around the plane, I noticed the flight attendants taking turns peering out of the windows over the emergency exits towards the rear. One of them explained that we had taken an unusual route over Siberia-- North of The Sea of Okhotsk.
The rest of the images are from the final hours of the flight. As I was wandering around the plane, I noticed the flight attendants taking turns peering out of the windows over the emergency exits towards the rear. One of them explained that we had taken an unusual route over Siberia-- North of The Sea of Okhotsk.
