Houston to KL - what a bruising journey

I flew from Houston non-stop to Amsterdam on the Big Blue Boy, a 747-400. It was nice in business class, the only weird thing was this dessert which I swear was a chocolate & flour hockey puck. Ugh. What were they thinking?

Again, like my Emirates to Dubai flight earlier in 2011, it was extremely bumpy transiting the Atlantic at the high latitudes. So I had the exact same dreams I had at that time... dreams of flying really fast at ground level or tree top level, flying under bridges, that sort of weird stuff.

I opened my eyes as were were flying over England in the early morning light.

I can't stand this having to go to a transfer desk to get your next boarding pass thing. That's so analog. I expect to see typewriters, carbon paper, and mimeograph machines.

The flight to KL was an hour late out of Schipol, due to air traffic control problems. The waiting area was completely inadequate for the Malaysian 747-400. Right, what's all this nonsense about flying more Airbus A-380s, when you can't handle a 747? The Malaysian business class service was stellar. Aircraft was a bit threadbare... scuff marks, fingerprints, and damaged carpets.

I wrote a good portion of my manuscript long-hand on a notepad. This is going to be a short little book.

I am so jet-lagged right now, it's not funny. I am going down to get some noodles, it's 11:30 AM in KL on Sunday. I left home Friday noon, and got here Sunday morning. My whole Saturday evaporated. I guess I get it back when I travel back to my side of the date line.