Long Layover

I got off a 14 hour flight from SFO to HKG less than an hour ago. It wasn't such a bad flight - slept quite some hours even though it was not a comfortable sleep. Still on long hauls and I have had many, I always find some sleep is better than no sleep at all. Others debate this but everyone is made different.

Here I am in the SIA first class lounge with another 4 hours to my next flight which will take me to Singapore where I have another 4 hour layover. My two colleagues left already on the same plane and will be taking advantage of their 11-hour transit to do the free city tour. They tempted me to change flights but I figured I know my own country well enough and it is better to break the long transit so I can get some work done here in the lounge where there is internet connection.

I had packed the stuff meant for Singapore into a separate bag scheming that maybe during the 4-hour transit, I could persuade YY to come pick up the stuff from me. That way, I won't have to bring them all over India. And I could have done it, carrying that bag with me as hand luggage. Except for the bottles of Neway stuff - they won't pass security and I would be darned if I had to throw them away like I had to throw away my brand new tube of toothpaste at the Oakland airport just days earlier because it was too big to carry into the plane. The 5 bottles of Neway was way bigger than a couple of ounces so the bag is checked in all the way to Hyderabad. No matter. My scheming did not work, hee hee.

I wonder how I would fare in India. Will I be able to relax enough to work through two weeks of meetings and discussion or will jet lag get the better of me. I believe things will work out fine. Travelling west seems to take much less toil on the body than travelling east. Coming into Asia will be less torturous than going back to San Ramon when I am done with business. Strange how the body behave relative to the movement of the earth and sun.

It has been 6 months since I travelled. Compared to what I was doing before settling down in San Ramon, I had grown used to being sedentary. I miss my family already...