Flew from SFO to
Toronto, Toronto to London Heathrow, bused to London Gatwick, flew from
London Gatwick to Vilnius. All told, over 24 hrs spent commuting,
flying, and waiting. I can't say how tired I was at the end, I
was too tired to formulate the question.
Landing in Toronto
On the SFO to Toronto flight, I sat next to two people who could run
for the archetype of the year of Berkeley hippies in search of
enlightenment. The man
looked just like Spaulding Grey with Hindu prayer beads on his wrists,
the woman pinned a picture of her female guru on the seat in front of
her. They received their special vegetarian dishes
first, and Spaulding Grey saw my absorbtion in my book as a pretense to
hide my extreme desire for his food, so he offered me some. The
woman was inspired to give me some as well; they seemed
disappointed when I declined.
Then they both pulled out a special lime, one for each, and sprinkled
lime juice over their vegetables. An airline stewardess noticed
the limes, made a positive comment, and so the woman tried to explain
how their limes were blessed by their guru. She was so special
that even at a young age the guru was always smiling, even when her
parents beat her to make her stop. Unfortunately, the woman kept
pointing to the guru's picture, which the stewardess couldn't see.
The seat in front of the woman was empty, so the stewardess said "What
a great friend, she blesses your limes and doesn't need to eat one
It took some time for the stewardess to understand that the guru was
not an imaginary friend.