Thursday, August 27, 2009
I'm sitting at the bar in Narita airport again. There is a glass of beer at my right hand and some Pennsylvania pretzels on my left.
The flight to San Francisco has been delayed. Apparently the plane that I just arrived on from Bangkok is not up to the task of taking us any further. That being said, as this is the plane that I just flew in on. When did it become less-than-flightworthy? Inquiring minds want to know.
So its the usual. Wanting desperately to be home. Sick of travel and completely disgusted by the mystery of the Orient. Luckily Narita is even one step past the concept of Generica. It is an environment so sterile and lacking of character that it is the equivalent of a fishbowl. A completely artificial place where life functions can be maintained to allow for a good presentation, but when you are stuck here, it drains the soul in a way that is difficult to describe.
But tomorrow afternoon I wil be hanging out with the boys and doing things that I want to do. Tomorrow is swimming and a little getting back into the house and reorganized. I really don't know why I am doing this. I will probably be leaving go back to Beijing within two weeks.
I really am beginning to hate the traveling. When you couple it with the stupidity of the missions that I am sent out to accomplish it makes it hard to get excited about the work other than the paychecks and semi-stability that it allows for the present.
So I guess that I will finish my beer, try to find a mass-market paperback to read, and live my life in the grey flannel suit.
Maybe I will dream of better days.
at 8:15:00 AM