Once I've seen Paris . . .

Not to whine, but I wish my airplane seat was 3-4 inches wider. Even though it fully reclined into a 78 inch bed, with adjustable lumbar support and a swing around television screen and came with a pillow, comforter, eye pillow and sleeping socks, it was a little uncomfortable when I would sleep on my right side with my legs curled up.

In truth, part of me felt guilty as I breezed by the very long line of weary people waiting to board the flight at 1:00 AM. I waited 30 seconds at the separate business class entrance and was tucked into bed falling asleep 5 minutes later (a little annoyed, by the way, when I was awoken by the flight attendant to sit up during take off). My last trip to China, I was in that long line and have an appreciation for how grueling this journey can be. In a ways, there’s an uncomfortable feeling of segregation about the whole thing – not skin color, or ethnicity but wealth. Good for those who have it, not so good for those that don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to savor every last minute of this and milk it for all it’s worth, but my social consciousness is aware (damn it).

And one day I'll be back in that line.

For now, I'm in the Hong Kong airport waiting for my flight to Taiwan