You know… after 42 hours without anything more than a couple of naps, you really start to hit your stride. I honestly don’t even feel tired right now. I expect I’m just numb.

Uncomfortable seats aside, I might have gotten more sleep on the plane except I was sitting on a packed plane next to the Stinky Triplets. At least that’s how I came to refer to them as I was muttering throughout the flight. These were three guys in matching white robes and purple turbans. The one next to me seemed to be having trouble with his outsized lid. Every few minutes he’d reach up to adjust the headpiece, and every few minutes my nose would try to scrunch up inside my face to get further away from the air. If I’d have had a roll of duct tape on me I swear I’d have taped his arms to his sides.

We are in Manila. It’s been a long stretch. We’ve been over 30 hours since we last saw a hotel room. Even now, we’ve just got time to have a desperately needed shower and check email before going to work.

I was surprised by the level of security here. Our car to take us to the hotel was manned by two security guards and they had a flack jacket in the front seat. When we pulled into the hotel, the car was inspected for explosives before we could get in the lot. We had to pass through metal detectors to get into the lobby, and our luggage had to be inspected by a dog. I think this is supposed to make me feel safer, but I think it’s having the opposite effect. Then again, maybe we just checked in to the Paranoia Inn.

Off to work…