Logbook entry: Mumbai - Dubai - LAX - Phoenix: An Arab Jet takes me farther north than I have ever been before, as far north as I will ever go

Yesterday, I wrote I would probably put this post up before the day ended and at about 8:00 PM, I decided to do just that. But I felt overwhelmed by sleepiness, so I decided to take a 15 minute nap first. That nap did not end until nearly midnight.

And, once again, even though I am in a major city in the US, the wireless internet connection that I have here in this hotel is exceedingly slow. I always place my pictures before I write and it took a long time to place these pictures.

Anyway, here I am, in a taxi cab in Mumbai, headed for the airport to board the first of three flights that will end with me getting off the plane in Phoenix.

I have several other potential logbook entries in this India take, as we traveled often and far and I will probably work at least a few of them into the series that I plan to develop after I arrive home. I could have saved this to end the series, but I know where I want the series to end - in India, where Sujitha and I put our feet into a warm river.

Here I am, waiting at the Mumbai airport to board the first of three flights.

And here I am, on the plane, as it lifts off Indian ground and heads west, over the Arabian Sea.

Now, here I am, debarking the Emirates Air jet that has brought me to Dubai.

The next leg of the flight would put us in the air for 16 hours straight. I would watch many movies.

Now we are flying over the Arctic Ocean, maybe 200 miles north of mid-Russia. When I look down, the terrain of broken ice looks very familiar. We are on a great circle path that will take us directly over the North Pole.

Now we are passing over the pole. This is the farthest north I have ever been or ever will be and it is an Arab jet that has brought me here. To fly over the pole - what a huge thrill I felt. I felt excited.

We had been flying due north, but in an instant, without changing directions, were suddenly flying due south. The stewardess did not let this distract her from her work.

My goodness, she was beautiful! Tall, too, Very tall. Way taller than me.

The pole is now far behind us. We are on approach to LAX, the Pacific Ocean before us, the US beneath and behind us.

Now I must go through customs. It made me proud to see this picture, not because he has done everything right, but because it is a picture that one could not have imagined ever being taken in the America that I grew up in. It just could not have happened. Of course, there are many who undoubtedly feel rage about being forced by their government to pass beneath this picture when they return to the US.

Many of them wish those old days, which were not the days they now imagine them to have been, had never left. Many of them imagine that a time when America was a place in which a person of color had absolutely no hope of ever becoming president and maybe of not even sitting with them in the same restaurant, was somehow a more moral, upright, just, place of higher, righteous, values than the America of today. They want to bring those days back. They can't. Those days are gone forever and for good.

Now here I am, on the third leg, the one that will take me to...

...Phoenix. Now here I am, driving away from the Phoenix airport, looking for a hamburger. And here are all these people, in a jet, leaving Phoenix, flying away to who knows where... the entire world, perhaps.

Comments

[ManxMamma]

I would love to fly over the North Pole but I could never be in a plane for that long. I especially liked your commentary on this post.

[Mrs Gunka]

Welcome back Bill! Thanks for letting us go over the North Pole with you. I liked your greeting back to the States! May the rest of your trip be safe and happy. Looking forward to your pictures and script of your trip. Spring is awakening and so much ahead of us. Bet some little boys are looking forward to seeing their Grandpa again!! Margie too! Did Thomas the Train get a vacation too?

[debby]

Bill ~ I loved those words "Those days are gone forever and for good." Yep. They are gone. And it is for the good of us all that they ARE gone. Yes, my friend. Those days are gone,forever. And for good.

[Logbook - Wasilla - Beyond]

ManxMamma - It is tough to be on a plane that long - but not nearly so tough as going to the Pole by dog sled.

Mrs Gunka - At this very moment, Thomas the Train is rolling round his track and too little boys are shreiking and laughing.

Debby - Yep!