|Parisian morning skies reflecting on Air France's outstretched wings.|
Last Sunday, I cut it close, choosing to leave Philadelphia on a late evening bus, having no idea that it was best to get to the airport an hour before plane takeoff. I took risky chances from moment foot stepped into NYC territory. With it being a little past nine-- the gambling decision was to pick paying $60 for an Uber (in rather chaotic traffic) or taking subway J and transfer to an air train. I chose the cheaper latter, which slowly chipped away at my sanity at each slow and tedious stop. After jumping off air train, I raced down to Air France section, happy that no long line awaited. My sole luggage, a hefty purple suitcase, weighed and tagged, would be waiting for me in Johannesburg.
At last, I made it through security and expensive gift shops, to reach en route to Paris gate.
The flight was a seven hour leisure. I didn't take drugs. I watched movies and slept peacefully.
Once I exited, I didn't feel fatigued or jet lagged. In fact, nothing of the sort happened for me on any of the planes I boarded off of. Excitement of trekking through various cities is such an adrenaline rush. Who needs rest when exploring is higher on the traveler's hierarchy?
|Not the best fare, but better than the flight back home.|
|In Amsterdam, a sweet friend (she moved from Ohio to Amsterdam) baked fresh vegan muffins in honor of my short visit! Pictured are mixed berry and lemon poppyseed. Unseen: decadent chocolate raspberry.|
|Flying straight into grey.|
|On the Paris flight towards Johannesburg, in middle of night, we were served dinner. Despite its unattractive appearance, the hot couscous and mixed vegetables was a delicious, satisfactory dish-- second out of four airline meals.|
|Flying into Johannesburg, excitement partying high in veins.|
|Beautiful clouds welcome travelers to destination. Anticipation killing me at this point.|