And that was just from SFO to Tokyo. Add another four from Tokyo to Guam, and one more from Guam to Saipan. Plus about eight hours waiting in airports, an hour and a half of ground transportation, etc., and it works out to about four hours of sleep in a 50 hour stretch. I’m no good at sleeping on planes.
The best thing about an eleven hour flight is it made the subsequent four hour flight seem mercifully brief.
I finally got to my hotel room just before 4 AM local time Sunday. I was ready to hit the sack when my colleague showed up at the door. He’d driven to the airport to meet me, but I didn’t know that he was planning to do that, so I’d taken a taxi to the hotel. I ended up going to bed around 6 AM. I woke up around noon, and fortunately the project schedule doesn’t require me to do anything until this evening.
The airlines have already damaged my new suitcase, but the suitcases did their job of protecting the contents, and it looks like everything made it intact. Except the book I was reading, which I managed to hold onto for thousands of miles and then leave in the taxi. I can replace the book easily enough, but I had a page of handwritten notes stuck into it that were moderately important to me. Sigh.
I didn’t get to see anything scenic in Tokyo, Guam, or Saipan last night, but the view from my hotel window is gorgeous.
I am glad that you only lost your book!!!!! And that you arrived safely, of course!!!