long haul flights are like being forced to eat mashed potatoes and watery soup for two weeks. it either drives you batshit crazy or you eventually acquire a sense of profound enlightenment. in my case, my thirty plus hours was most definitely both (and more). it took me from auckland to bangkok to zurich to cairo, with three hour stopovers.the feeling of sitting in transit, waiting for a connecting flight with only a backpack and a bag filled with a unicorn suit and a DSLR is freeing to an extent i cannot express. it's just you and the road, never looking back: just forward.here it is, personified into pixels.
thai air and their amazing food / service / entertainment / comfort / everything.
ka kete, aotearoa.
bustling gate D4 of bangkok international airport.
long lines, black and charcoal architecture, unique lights and the quiet richness of zurich.
looking out into the runway, dotted with red and white crosses.
travel diary.
expensive luxury watches.
expensive swiss handmade chocolates.
flying over the majestic snow-topped alps of europe, southern bound. soon these lush green lands turned into the dry orange deserts of northern africa.
i've now been in cairo for four days. i start working tomorrow and every day is an adventure unlike the last. i barely have time to photograph or write because i am so busy taking it in without any mediation, but blog again soon!
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