May 28 Farewell to the land of green tea, popscicles and warm softdrinks. Am now on theh plane heading home. The baby in the seat behind me is like clockwork: it cries every 15 minutes.
We're somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, approaching Vancouver. we're eating our second in-flight meal. Both meals had both forks and chopsticks provided. I don't know why, perhaps it's just habit, but Félix, Guillaume and I each picked up the chopsticks rather then the forks and knives!
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