Hello from 32,000 feet. But not just any 32,000 feet, mind you – 32,000 feet over northeast Canada, soon to cross over the Atlantic, then onto Greenland, en route to London. I suspect I’ll have wifi for most of, if not all of, the jaunt.
I recall the first domestic flights with wifi and how magical the experience seemed. A total game changer for long flights. And given how long most international flights are, and how remote many of them go, it’s even more so.
And yet, there are downsides. While I probably should be trying to sleep (to try to get acclimated to the UK timezone early), or at the very least reading or watching a movie, I’m here on the internet. Writing this. And on Twitter. And on – ugh – email. I can still say I’m on an international flight and use that as an excuse to be off the grid, but even that is now fading away.
I’m on the internet, 32,000 feet in the air, over the Atlantic Ocean. It’s both amazing and awful. (This is where you used to link to the Louis C.K. skit, but, well, not anymore…) Of course, it remains true that the only thing worse than having no internet, is having slow internet. That’s me. Right now. Pity me.
Drinking: a Lagunitas Sumpin’ Easy Ale (yes, also at 32k feet). 🍻