I thought about calling this ‘The Long
Good(?) Friday’ because flying with the sun as it journeys West extends the day; Paul and I left the UK on Friday and arrived in the USA on Friday,
having been awake 25 hours by the time we were settled into our hotel
room. Not that it should have been that
long—our flight was delayed five hours while Heathrow rescheduled around a
hijacking from Switzerland and a separate incident of a plane that had its
engines catch fire shortly after takeoff. Five hours was ample time for me to
revisit in my own mind the concept of airports as exhibitions to captive
audiences--places of waiting and transition and liminal spaces between places. (Please note the above photo is not one of mine--it is from the Vancouver Observer.)
