Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1958)
I think that take off is my favourite part of flying. Especially if you are in a smaller plane, or sitting near a window, if you close your eyes and lose yourself in the sensations you can almost feel the plane screaming for joy as it leaps into the sky.
Unfortunately I am currently neither in a small plane not near a window, and take-off is long behind us. It’s half past ten, and we’ve been in the air since three. Due to the vagaries of planetary rotation it will only be six when we land in Toronto. We’ve got a two hour layover and then it’s on to Mexico City.
More time in the air? Joy. I suppose on the plus side I get another take-off.
Obviously, given my current location, I’m not publishing this now. Will I find the Internet before something more exciting happens that I want to talk about? We shall see!
Apparently, there is free wifi in Toronto airport. It does appear to be tricky to log in to, though. Many layers of adverts and redirected websites.