That’s the Mississippi river below us. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it before. It doesn’t look that impressive, but from 41,000 feet up, there isn’t much to compare it to, so the perspective is off.
I am once again in what I consider “the worst seat in the plane”. I asked for the emergency exit row, but they gave me the one in front of it. Is there something in the Caribbean WestJet training that prevents that understanding? However, I’m not going to complain (much). There are 22 people on this plane that can hold 138. I have an entire row to myself and have taken advantage of it to nap. I could sit almost anywhere in the plane if I really wanted. The stewardesses are completely bored.
The reason for that is that WestJet just started flying directly to Montego Bay from western Canadian cities. This is the first flight back from Calgary, so it should be fuller in the future.
Yesterday, I tried sleeping a lot. It was never a restful sleep though. The weather wasn’t spectacular, so I didn’t sun myself. I still stayed up late, but I can’t really describe anything exceptional I did. Most of the time was reconnecting with old and making new friends.
I did meet someone who claims to be a rock star in a famous punk rock band. I spent about half an hour talking to him about what it was like and the affect of the internet and iTunes on his record label. I don’t know punk rock, so I can’t claim to have heard of his band which has been around for two decades; I’ll look it up when I get home.
I’m glad to be going home. I’m tired of this vacation. I want to sleep in a bed with a thick comforter in a room-temperature room without an air conditioner overhead. I want to work on the computer and create great software. I want to play a game of D&D. I want to go on a long distance run. I want to be awake and have energy.
I want to go back to my regular life.