Seven days and counting

This time next week I’ll be on the way to the airport. It’s a THIRTY-NINE HOUR journey. Portland to Chicago. Overnight Chicago to London. Day in London with Christine–more about her to come, Christine, my friend since 1970, witness to each other’s whole lives. Then overnight London to Johannesburg. Layover. And finally, small plane to Lesotho. Three days in the same clothes. Two nights sleeping on airplanes. I picked up a package of something homeopathic called JetZone: “A homeopathic combination for the temporary relief of the disruptions in circadian rhythms and fatigue associated with jet lag from flying and the symptoms of insomnia, exhaustion, irritability, and anxiety.” Sounds like my kind of fun. And yet there is still the miracle of being able to fly. In the air. In a chair. To the opposite end of the world. Louis CK gets it right.  (Everything’s Amazing and Nobody’s Happy. Thanks to Nancy for posting that.)

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Undoing white supremacy and capitalism, one photograph at a time.
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6 Responses to Seven days and counting

  1. leiflife says:

    Truly a miracle: all that has led to this, and all that is yet to come.

  2. Kendall says:

    Amen! And thanks, Leif.

  3. Pat Hathaway says:

    Thirty-nine hours! What a trip. Sounds like the JetZone has good stuff in it. I’ve tried Airborne, and haven’t gotten sick after the last couple of plane rides I’ve taken, so maybe it has some benefit too. I don’t mind much the idea of being tired, grumpy, filthy, but I really hate getting sick a few days after getting off the plane, which has happened several times.

  4. chaiselongue says:

    Bon voyage! I hope the long journey goes well, and I’m really looking forward to reading your posts from Lesotho…. it will be an amazing adventure because of your open-mindedness and sympathy for other people and their cultures. Reading the background to this trip on your blog I felt cheered that there are people like you in the world doing what you do.

  5. A brief message from under the arcades of Verbania miracle or not, I reckon I can say from grim experience that sitting in a chair for 39 hours to the opposite side of the world is one of life’s more insuffereable experiences, and if you can get through that just about anything else is child’s play. One small comfort, you’re not a niccotine addict!
    Oh for the days when travel was an exciting pleasure reserved for the adventurous or the rich……

  6. Ann says:

    Counting the days with you, Kendall. It’s a long journey, try to make yourself as comfortable as possible. A soft cushion and a blanckie, (provided in the plane hopefully) loose and comfy pants, a pair or two of undies, lots of moisturizing towels, (you may find some in the lavatories), slippers, painkillers, sleeping pills, good reading, pens and writing pads, (which you certainly always have with you), some ginger candy, chewing gum for taking off and landing, nutritious snacks, antihistamine, antibiotic cream, ear plugs… That’s usually my list, and I fly only 18 hours! I’ll be thinking of you up there in a chair in the skies…

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