
So, I set out to fly from Burlington, Vermont to Singapore. The ticket I got was a phenomenal bargain at $825 round trip. I priced it at $1300 and then came back a week later and got it for $825. Go figure.
Now, I have flown to Beijing and Seoul before, but this is further. It is not only twelve time zones away (as far as you can get without someone saying you should have taken the short cut and gone the other way around) but it is also down near the equator. Sure, the ANA (All Nippon Airways) flight I got from Washington did take the polar route to Tokyo, but then I have a seven-hour flight from Tokyo to Singapore. The total time from Vermont to Singapore is 29 hours.
I really enjoy the ANA flight from Washington to Tokyo. They had great food (spicy pork one meal and lasagna the next with a sandwich in between, three food services in 14 hours) but they also had personalized movies at every seat. They had over a dozen movies to choose from, so I wasn’t stuck to Garfield 2 or some other trash. I got to watch ‘Tears for You” an excellent Japanese film I really enjoyed as well as a Kurosawa classic, “Yojimbo.” OK, so I also watched Casino Royale and found it less boring than most modern action films. I also read an entire issue of The Economist and tried to catch some sleep. Sleeping was the thing I was the least successful at. I felt sorry for Bojana, who is flying from Europe to join me for the workshop In Singapore and took Lufthansa.
Those who read my blog might remember my last stay in Narita, the worst flight experience of my life, where I was forced to sleep on the floor overnight and then got kicked off the plane to Seoul the next day by the USA female pilot of the United flight. I will be glad to put Narita behind me.
I type this from my Narita watering hole that looks out over the airport. The drinks are not any more expensive than they are in the Burlington airport. So, I stand up from here and take a seven-hour flight to Singapore. Min Cheong is meeting me there and whisking we away to a boutique hotel (I had to Google what a boutique hotel is, sounds nice) where I can pass out and then wake up on Sunday and prepare for the debate across the curriculum workshop I am doing for the Singapore Ministry of Education.
Duty free in Narita actually has Cuban rum, so I snagged a bottle. Unfortunately, the bar only has Bacardi and Captain Morgan.


