I made it out of McMurdo on the right day but one plane behind after getting bumped off the first flight, but that sort of a delay is no biggie. Following 8 hours on a cargo plane it was a welcome relief to dump my cold weather gear in Christchurch, New Zealand, leave a box to be mailed home and have just carry-on bags to check into the downtown hotel the program had reserved for me. After a delicious hot shower I headed off in search of a noodle festival with the symphony in the park that the lady at the hotel desk had recommended, and made a nice evening of that before crashing to bed.
Next round was a 4:30am ride to the airport for a 4 hour flight to Sydney, Australia and I thankfully missed a 5.7 earthquake by a few hours, which fortunately did little damage to Christchurch which is still rebuilding from the devastating quake 5 years ago. After hanging around Sydney for 12 hours, I boarded the plane for a 9 hour jaunt to Bangkok to meet Pat and start the vacation portion of my post Ice experience. It all went smoothly and I quietly joined her in the hotel room at 2AM. We spent a few days in Bangkok enjoying the sights and friendship of my Denver dental buddy, Ron before flying off to Cambodia to take in the sights, sounds, smells and incredible tastes of a new place for us.
The temples of Angkor were an amazing mix of 600-1400 year old ruins and towers, and on the final day I decided to see the sights by bike while Pat took a cooking class at a nearby hotel. I pedaled back to her class and when the 4 Chinese chef hopefuls had to leave early I was invited to join in the chopping and dicing that lead up to a sumptuous meal of our labors.
The next flight was 7 hours to Qatar with a doubling 14 hour layover to run out of the airport and see what oil wealth can buy. I got the lowdown from the flight attendant who lives in the capital city of Doha, and we even did a little currency exchange in the back of the plane since he needed some US dollars for an upcoming trip and I wanted some Qatar Riyals for taxis and food. We paid for visas at passport control and taxied out to the main market called the souq waqif for some shopping and a sumptuous meal at a Syrian restaurant before checking out the gleaming glass and steel buildings on the far side of the corniche, a 3 mile promenade along the turquoise waters of the Persian Gulf.
Then came the mind numbing 14 hour flight to Philadelphia where I caught up on the remaining six new release movies I hadn’t seen yet and celebrated with a bagel and hometown Philly cream cheese in the airport. The last 3 hour flight to Florida seemed like a short taxi ride, and in less time than it takes to sort out the message from the Republican candidates we were showered and home in bed. I’ve got a few weeks in Florida to do some windsurfing, biking and play some pickleball before heading back to work in Colorado, and right now it feels good to avoid getting on any more long haul planes. Hope your winter is going well and send some news from home.
Frequent flier Bob