Thus, when a round-trip ticket on Air Canada came up for about $550, I made a snap decision (back in July) to spend this Thanksgiving somewhere besides the US. Getting there involved flying from PHX to YYZ, overnighting in Toronto, and then taking one of the longest commercial flights in the world.
Roughly 11 or 12 hours into the flight I looked at the map and saw that we were transiting Siberia:
I slid over to the side of the aircraft galley to take a photo of the Siberian dawn, with the jet contrails reflecting red in the early sunlight over Vilyuysk:
Some hours later I landed in Lilliput.
In this backwards world, everyone drove on the wrong side of the street like it ain't no thang:
Brobdingnagian glass koalas climbed office buildings:
Steamy, somnolent islands slumped slothfully into the sea's soft susurrus:
Deities rode poultry:
I stared into the void, and the void stared back into me:
The scenery was quite Repulsive:
It wasn't but a boat ride to another country that reminded me a lot of Las Vegas:
And indeed, one can't not visit the largest casino in the world.
Just a city on reclaimed land!
Hopefully by now most of you have figured out where I went (or Googled the clues). I spent all of a week there before heading back, for a total of ~40 hours of flight time for this trip.
So how was your Thanksgiving?
