Thank You For The Miles, Uncle Bill

Well, that was about the easiest flight to London I think I've ever had. The plane was late leaving Seattle, but I'm kind of okay with that considering I have eight hours here at the airport before I leave for Cape Town tonight.

The other thing I've learned I'm kind of okay with is flying first class. By a stroke of luck and by virtue of all of the miles I logged while working for Uncle Bill, I was upgraded to first for the flight over. Let me tell you, my friends, as an intrepid observer just back from the land of the rich, they really do have it better. Once I got past the pompous magazines you find in the seatbacks ("Elite", the private jet lifestyle magazine (really?); "Worth", the magazine that examines the concerns of families with substantial wealth; and, "First Life", no explanation necessary on this one) it was really quite comfortable. I slept like a baby, which is kind of a blessing and a curse as now I'm stuck in Heathrow and I can't even nap in the quiet area. I think it's time for one more lap around Boots, the Body Shop, and the Tie Rack, with closing ceremonies in the Duty Free.

It's also beginning to set in how quickly and significantly everything is changing for me. In the last two weeks I've quit my job of the last five years, taken a 2500-mile road trip to southern Utah where I got my ass absolutely kicked on the famed Slickrock bike trail, and prepared for a two-month trip. Well, I didn't actually prepare for the trip, as that would imply things like plans, itineraries, reservations, and/or some semblance of how I'm going to spend the next two months. Maybe packing for a two month trip is more appropriate. And you know how I love to pack.

Next post, Cape Town!