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.