Somewhere over the White

We are somewhere way up North, over mountains and rivers, and even snow. I had figured we’d fly west over the prairies and Western Canada and then the Pacific Ocean, but that only makes sense with globes. We headed North out of Toronto and will go over the general vicinity of the North Pole – I’m pretty sure I saw something red glowing below - over Russia and Mongolia. I am confused by time. My watch says it’s five to 11pm (Toronto time). My computer say it’s five to midnight (Halifax time). But it’s light outside. It hasn’t gotten dark the whole flight. I think we’re chasing the sun, staying within its reach as we travel through time.

We have been on the plane for about 8 hours. Simple math says there are about 5 more to go. We had a delicious meal of sweet and spicy pork with sticky rice, and a snack of sandwiches and noodles. Julie and I have made a pact to avoid fork use at all cost on this trip. Chopsticks all the way. Noodles are slippery.

We have watched movies. I was able to finish Fool’s Gold, which was cute. Then Julie and I watched Made of Honour and The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. Our greatest accomplishment has been our success, after several failed tries, to synchronize our individual media players so we could watch the movies together. We played Scrabble, but quit after one game when we very nearly lost an L tile on the floor. Steve’s accomplishment has been securing himself a row of three seats with raised armrests to lie flat and sleep for 5 hours. He took ativan, so in desperation Julie and I stole one each as well, but maybe it was his several rum and cokes that put him over the edge into slumber. At that we have failed miserably, having put off moving to an empty row so long that they are now all taken.

I’m hoping when I put this down I’ll be able to sleep a bit. I figure a couple of hours would get me through to a reasonable time to go to bed “tomorrow” night (whenever that is) so our days and nights are switched. It’s such an odd feeling to be here now, after all the waiting and planning. I’m in limbo. I don’t think the reality of our destination has sunk in yet. However I feel so very far away from this morning and my Munsters and pup. If I didn’t know in my head what awaits us my heart would be turning me back home at a run.

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