After a pleasant day in Dar at the Sea Cliff Hotel, the eleven hour flight to Zurich was uneventful, but tedious. A one hour stopover in Nairobi, where Kenyans awaited the results of their elections, was quiet. Riots following elections four years ago saw well over a thousand killed, but with a renewed constitution, we all hoped it would be quiet after the results this year. After spending last fall living in Kenya and making some very good friends, plus living through some very violent riots ourselves, I've been watching these elections with interest. I wish the best for my Kenyan friends. After Nairobi, immediately after our wheels left the pavement, the lady's seat in front of me was jammed full aft, so the monitor was inches from my nose, the guy beside me who really should have booked himself two seats spilled over the arm rest, and the two guys behind me coughed and hacked nearly as much as the lady with her head in my lap. Add a crying baby the next seat over and that pretty much completes the picture. What's eleven hours? In stark comparison, using my upgrade points and scoring business class from Zurich to Toronto was pure heaven, not least of which was my own personal space, stretched in a fully horizontal bed, good food, quiet, peaceful. I honestly think with the amount of travel we do, flying business class is the biggest morale booster there is.
So now I'm home. A good sleep in my own bed, followed by a nice dinner out and an action packed Bruce Willis movie with my kid. I replaced the cheap Chinese mouse that had replaced my failed mouse in Mtwara, treated myself to a new Bose speaker for music while abroad, and got my hands on thee lightest carry-on bag there is. This morning will be packing for Northern Italy as opposed to East Africa, and in a few hours, I'm airborne again....cattle class unfortunately.....
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