Sue’s real birthday, and what a gift: a trip to Burma!
Sue had done all the trip planning, while Andrew D. and I provided anxious commentary. I had read as much as I could, but felt miserably underprepared for our first visit to an Asian country.
I did final packing in the morning, double checking everything. Except for the tons of books for the two Cetana learning centers in two rollies, we were traveling very light. In the Aeronaut I had three pants, a half dozen each of underwear, socks, and shirts, my Ibex Half Nelson, Ghost Whisperer, and Alpine Houdini, and that’s about it. The Pilot was actually heavier, with iPad, keyboard, battery backup, travel gear, Headfiman DAP and ‘phones, Travel Diary, and a jammed pouch of cords and chargers.
After a nice walk, the pups landed at Hopewell for the last time: they no longer do boarding for reasons that remain unclear. The girls absolutely love the dogs, and they seem happy when they go back.
We took off at a very, very conservative 3 PM, dropped Gracie’s laundry, and found very light traffic right to JFK, arriving at around 5:30 and parking with ease. By the time we had checked in, Dan the Man was there for the keys, and off we went.
Although the plane was rather full, we hit the jackpot: we both had three seats, and could lie down to sleep. Dinner on Singapore was a cut above–though not great–but the service was extraordinary and very pleasant. There are clearly height, waist, and appearance criteria for the stewardesses.