March 28th, 1990
Night flight from DTW – YMX – LHR
Presently on forty-five minutes of crew rest which isn’t bad for a six hour plus flight. We made a stop in Montreal and froze the second the doors opened. The Canadian passengers waddled onboard bundled up as if they live in the Artic, no thanks!
The most exciting thing that happened today was my chat with David.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked.
“Really well actually, Sorry, I think I drifted off while we were still talking.”
“Yeah, I’m trying not to take it personally.”
“You mustn’t, I’d been up for about twenty-four hours.”
“I’m just teasing you. I have jet lag to look forward to next.”
“Where’re you off to?”
“Ouch, that’s a huge time change for you.”
“Twelve and a half hours.”
“I never understand the half.”
“Regardless I’ll be all messed up but I like Delhi.”
“So do I, except for the times I got Delhi belly.”
He laughed. “We ate everything when we were there.”
“I know and I was fine, ironically I only ever got it from eating in the hotel.”
There was a slight pause before he said, “That day was monumental.”
“In what way?”
“In every way. I almost didn’t go out and if I hadn’t, I’d never have met you again in the market.
I felt myself smiling widely. “Can you believe that was eight months ago?”
“And you still haven’t been to LA.”
“Please don’t remind me. I promise I’ll get there sooner rather than later.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
I laughed. “Please do. I know you have to get ready for work, so should I ring you when I get to New York in a couple of days?”
“Oh, sure, lemme grab a pen so I can write down your flight number and where you’ll be staying.”
“Why do you need all that?”
“So I can figure out times to call and stuff.”
“Oh, ok. Do you have a pen?”
“I do now. Shoot.”