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| Wednesday, July 11, 2007 |
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Green skies for red eyes 
| | I was lucky enough to finagle a window seat upgrade into business class yesterday, which made it easier to sleep on the redeye from San Francisco to London. Luckily, the window was on the left, or north, side of the plane. Luckier still, the Northern Lights were hanging up there in the skies over Canada, a perfect treat from our vantage 35,000 feet over Minnesota and Michigan's upper peninsula. |
| | I even waved down to Chip Hoagland, who lives down under the wing (and the lights) there somewhere. |
| | The conditions weren't ideal. There was a ot of light inside the plane, and the window was dirty and blemished. And even small bumps in the flight tended to blur stars and lights from towns, through exposures that ran up to three seconds. But still, the sight was amazing. |
We serve to aim
| | So I arrived in sunny England, took the Heathrow Express to... well, not to Paddington. Rather to a dark tunnel, where the train has been stopped for more (or so it seems) than the fifteen minutes promised by Heathrow Express promotional messages for getting to Paddington. There's a problem with a door. No idea how long this will take. Grr. |
| | [Later...] A voice, on behalf of the Customer Service Team, has just thanked us for our patience. And we're rolling again. |
| | One nice thing: wi-fi on the train. |
| | Not as nice: an 18¢/minute "roaming fee" by T-Mobile. |
| | Still haven't figured out the dialing system. Calls don't go through. I got one text message, but I'm not sure if the others have gone out. Anyway, if you're expecting a call or a message from me, my Customer Service Gland thanks you for your patience. |
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