It's funny how small the world really is. For some reason air travel still feels very strange to us. There's something not quite right about being able to wake up in a hotel room in Thailand and 31 hours later climb into a bed in Connecticut on the other side of Earth. At least it seems odd that you can do it without getting scurvy, losing half the crew and sinking a ship. In any case, Anjuli and I left the warm humid storms of the Gulf of Thailand this morning and 9,500 miles later we stepped outside at JFK into the chilly NYC rain.
We weren't planning to come back to the US so soon, but sometimes it just makes sense to be home. I need to recuperate and get my strength back, we wanted to get out of the tropics before one of us picked up another disease, and we have to finish planning our next travels (China) and some projects we are working on.
Also, I don't know if it was from being sick or just missing food from home, but damn was I hungry. As soon as I stepped in the door at home I inhaled 2 homemade corn muffins, 3 homemade ginger cookies, a handful of roasted nuts, 3 clementines, 1 cup of tea, 2 huge glasses of milk with local maple syrup, a spoonful of peanut butter and some more nuts. I had to force myself to stop before eating a banana, a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast with ghee. I then did some stretches, took a nice hot shower and am now going to bed, even though for me it's 2 in the afternoon. By happy coincidence, it's Thanksgiving in two days, so I get to enjoy another feast soon.
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