Airplane thoughts
Day 1: Helsinki
Inside the plane is hot and cramped. People move their bags, adjust their legs, stretch their backs, plug their ears and get back to their phones. Some look out the windows to the clouds looking like banks of snow, some put on an eye mask and start napping. It's 9 in the morning with the unobstructed sun shining in hot and bright, a Bugs Bunny short is playing on the screens, and the cabin crew starts selling drinks and snacks. Your childhood summer Monday morning.
Not sure what this country is that we're flying over right now, but it's very pretty. From air the world looks so nice, raw and authentic: no country borders like in Google maps. I wonder how astronauts feel about this, still above planes.
I've had the privilege to fly enough in my life that one could assume the wonder of it has waned off for me. Yet it hasn't. I still feel very space age when the plane takes off despite the fact they've been around and common for decades longer than I've been alive. Relative to history, though, that's a blink of the eye - and it's awfully hard treating something billions of humans throughout history dreamed of doing as mundane. When I coloured my hair pink, I answered the questions as to why with that besides liking it I felt like I had a sort of a historical duty to have funky coloured hair - I mean, I bet there was someone in the middle ages dreaming of hair coloured like flowers and here I'd be taking the opportunity for granted. I'm living the dream: the renaissance dream that is, y'all.
I've never seen Helsinki from air like I did today. It was magical. Crystal clear skies, everything was recognisable, including my own neighbourhood. After a long, cold winter of looking up at planes heading south it feels just great to finally be in one, to be honest. It's been a bit of a rough patch. And even though this whole trip might be a disaster too - as of right now, my travel plan ends in a row of question marks after the title "Western Sicily" - but at least it'll be a fun disaster in a warm, sunny place! (Remember these words as I crawl up the peninsula with nothing on me, struggling to get home. I said I'm going hippie backpacking and hey, go hard or stay home.)
Also: blogging from the airplane? Free in-flight wi-fi? VERY space age. Appreciated.
