Here I am, none the worse for wear. Those six hours went by in . . . well, six hours.
In Seat 51K in the Gulag of an Airbus A300dom.
Sitting next to some dumb hippie with six backpacks and three devices . . . you get the picture.
Wolfed down a greasy ham-n-cheese croissant—no hot dogs. There goes the Biome!
Next stop: Ōsaka.