When I cross the Atlantic...
I finally learned to do what my wise girlfriend does: take a relaxing pill, fall asleep before take-off, wake up just enough for dinner, fall back, skip the lousy breakfast and wake up somewhat rested and fresher. It makes you miss the announcements, the duty-free business, the noisy engines and the noisy neighbors. I now resist the temptation of watching movies with bad image and sound edited to be played on a tiny screen. I actually dream of a plane built like those capsule hotels in Japan, with all passengers lined up horizontally.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
