I Found My Kat

Finally I found my Kat! Finally, I am not sitting on a plane.

Yesterday – was it yesterday? I’m not sure anymore – I crossed the international date line. Anyway, the day I started getting on planes, the morning in Portland – I had breakfast at the airport. Quite a good breakfast and relatively healthy. It was a scramble, with eggs, tomatoes, feta cheese, spinach – good food. Then there were the hash browns . . .

After breakfast, I made my way to the gate to await the little plane that would take me to Vancouver

where I made my way across the airport, all ten miles of it, to the gate for the bigger plane that would take me to Narita Airport in Tokyo, Japan.

The plane that flew for hours and hours, the plane where the seat grew harder as the hours passed. But – I must say I was impressed by Japan Airlines. While the seat/leg space was no more generous than on the American airlines I have flown, the plane was attractive and clean, the stewardii were very pleasant, happy people, the service was excellent, and the food was real food, and plentiful. Without an extra charge. Wine was offered with dinner, at no extra charge. I was impressed. And happy. Even if the seat did grow harder and harder.

I watched a movie – Boyhood – we traveled through light and darkness, and then the sun rose and shone brightly into the windows

and we arrived at Narita a little early, meaning I had time to stop in the ladies’ room

before I began that ten-mile trek

to my gate, where I boarded the big plane that brought me to Ho Chi Minh City where my Kat awaited me. The plane that had a little more leg room and flew for fewer hours affording me a few naps before we landed.

So now we are in Ho Chi Minh City and we will go back to the airport tonight to meet Gep. Today? We’ll lounge, then we’ll go walking because my body says I need to walk and I am, after all, here, so I need to see some of this city.