My phone says it’s 4:09 pm.
My pelvis aches from sitting still so long.
I wiggle around in my seat and consider getting up again even though I don't need the loo.
My body wants to stretch but I also don't want to get in other people's way so I shift my legs around instead.
We've been in these seats, with less than 10 minutes of total standing, for over six hours.
It's easy to feel grumpy and frustrated with the journey taking so long.
I need to remember that it's a privilege to fly to another country.
It's not something I should be winging about but try telling that to my bum.
The last set of longer international flights we did to and from Australia were with Qantas. We spent more money on the overall price of the flight but, of course, that meant there were more inclusions.
We forgot we wouldn't have movies on this flight.
We forgot how one or two movies can be an awesome way to make a long flight feel short(er). We opted not to pay the extra. At least, not on this daytime flight.
On the overnight flight home in a couple of weeks time, if I'm not getting any sleep I may just entertain my tired body and mind with some latest release I've yet to see.
We'll see.
So far on this flight I've switched between a bunch of different tasks, all kind of in slow motion.
When you have nine hours to fill and nowhere to go there's no point in rushing anything.
Thus I have slowly studied some aspects of a client’s birth chart (Human Design chart).
I have slowly eaten some food.
I have slowly got out of my seat to stretch and pee.
I have slowly fleshed out pages and pages on a concept to teach Human Design in a different way than I ever have before.
I've slowly got the attention of the flight attendants and slowly drunk more of the water they've given me.
Then, to check our progress, I slowly looked up the flight info on the screen in front of me. This reminded me, again, of how lucky we are to be doing this.
And also how astounding it is to be flying in a plane!
Through no actual physical effort on my part I am now flying through space at 901 kilometres per hour. I am over 12 kilometres above the earth (and technically, above the ocean!). And it's -53’C outside. Eeek!
As I've wiggled and squirmed and internally cussed about how boring and drawn out this trip is, this rather remarkable piece of machinery I'm sitting in has been expertly flown by two pilots who have got us 5,133 kilometres in the 5 hrs and 35 minutes of actual flying time we're up to right now.
My mind boggles as I write those numbers.
They're too big for me to really understand. Still, I try to appreciate what they mean.
What I do know is that we've never been to Japan before and this long-ass flight is going to safely deliver us there. At least, if you're reading this it did ;)
More from Nihon when I have fun things to report ❤️
