Chasing Daylight

     There is nothing like flying West on an early-morning flight.  Especially a long haul flight.  Your day just goes on, and on, and on.  But even better, so does the daylight.  I think I am around 17 hours of sun so far.  Not too bad for the first week of March.
     The down side to this is that there isn't a whole lot you can do with this extra sun.  You're 38,000 feet in the air moving at almost 600 mph with around 400 other passengers.  You can catch up on movies, reading, writing.  But not getting a tan or working in the garden.

     It's funny.  Coming into Chicago feels almost equally as foreign as it did going into Istanbul or Amsterdam.  O'hare is not very "foreign friendly" compared to many international airports I've been in.  I can see the poor tourists getting lost easily and then getting conned into taking a $60 cab ride into the city, rather than a $2.25 subway fair on the 'L'.

     English was not the first language of the first two Passport Control people and the Customs guy I encountered at O'hare.  In fact, they spoke better English in Amsterdam than these 3 did.  But that's the diversity of our country at work.

Tomorrow, after I wake up and have free time, I'm going over my notes and will be posting the last of my hastily written observations from the week.  Like $14.70 gallon of gas in Istanbul (that's the cheap octane).