July 1-3, 2006
Jessica and her polo mallet:
In one of the episodes of "Lost" there was a blatant product placement in which one of the survivors was trying to break into a Zero Halliburton briefcase. No matter what he did to it he could not force it open. It resisted high drops, poundings with coconuts and countless other keyless attempts.
Yes, these suitcases are Zero Halliburtons. They have served me well. The oldest is more than twenty years old and the youngest is at least going on ten.
The hotel stickers (*)? They serve a double purpose. For starters they announce themselves on the airport arrivals carrousel ... I don't have to check the luggage tag to know that the suitcase is mine. Also, I think that their presence makes it less likely that the suitcases will get lost in transit between connecting flights ... in an airport-sea of gray Samsonites these guys scream out "Here I am! Make sure I make my connection!" When I was younger and single they also doubled as chic-magnets.
Tomorrow night Watcharee and I will fly to Florida ... with a change of planes in London.
(*) Once common world-wide, hotel stickers are now rarely found in North America. Even European hotels are phasing them out. But, they are still common in Africa and South America. And no self respecting Asian hotel would be without them.
It's time to put the Bangkok cars into hibernation. We are going to leave for the airport in a few hours to begin our damn near 24 hour journey to Florida.
Door to door in 26 1/2 hours! We are so tired.
The first door opened into Bangkok's Terminal 2. From there a Quantas 747 took us across Asia and most of Europe to London in about 11 hours. We changed planes and airlines (switching to BA) at London Heathrow's Terminal 3. The flight from London to Miami was 9 hours. The remaining 6 1/2 hours were spent in transit or in airport lounges.
The last door opened into our kitchen.
NB: The terminal photos and the GPS shots are from Thailand. The out the window shots are from BA#207 after it took off from Heathrow.
PS: Looking forward to sleep.