Modern travel still amazes me; I can’t take it for granted, as I think frequent travelers do. I got up this morning on one side of the world, and after 18 hours packed with strangers in this sealed tin cigar, I will be on the other side. The only thing better would be to transport like on Star Trek.
My seatmate is Daryl, a South African living in Seattle, on his way home to see his family. He tells me that in his department of T-Mobile engineers there are only two Americans. The rest are Indian, Pakistani, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Australian, several from European countries, both east and west, and Africans. That's a good illustration of how this machine I’m sitting in with all these strangers is changing the face of the world—making it smaller and flatter.
