There’s nothing quite like a 25 hour journey to the other side of the world to anesthetize your senses. I can utilize my only true talent — sleeping — but Sue, unfortunately, basically sits there and waits. Or rather sits there and worries.
So we flew NY-Frankfurt-Singapore-Yangon and arrived in one piece.
The flight into Singapore was actually late, but there was another plane two hours later, and had the nice benefit of allowing us to fly with our good friend Mark Hennigh and his fiancée Maureen Dwyer.
