Another 17 hours of flight time to go
Monday 13 Jun 2011 - Tuesday 14 Jun 2011
The flight from Anchorage to Portland was uneventful. I slept almost the entire time.
I was crammed in between then window and a rather large, jovial, Sidney Greenstreet sort of fellow, chortling and wheezing during the short time that I was conscious. Briefly he remenised about the days of free champagne on flights and falling asleep in the aisle. He was traveling with his wife, an inexplicably dour sort who sat in the aisle and made random complaints about the seats, the people or the food.
Sid's bulk was such that he really should have had a seat and a half--in fact, that is effectively what he ended up taking. Apparently, if you can fit you butt into the seat, it does not matter how much space your upper body takes. I spent the entire flight hunched into the window well trying to avoidnthe elbow thatnkept landingnin my midriff. And honestly, there was nothing he could do to make himself smaller, so I saw no point in complaining. He knew how large he was, in fact he commented on it a couple of times.
But I made it to Portland, had breakfast at Gustav's Bierstube and am now getting ready to board the flight to Boston. From there I head to London via iceland.
More updates to come.