Flying and Rust

Age doesn't happen overnight. It creeps up on you like rust. I feel as young as I was 40 years ago. The problem is when I try to do something strenuous, the body doesn't have the same snap it once did. A good test of this is flying, going from airport to airport, getting on and off planes, passing security, strapping yourself into a steel machine going 500 miles and hour at 35,000 feet and pretending it's like a local bus ride. The best you can hope for is to have good company.

Avadhuta Maharaj and Ananga Mohini at Chiang Mai International Airport.

That's our plane: Air Asia.

We flew Air Asia from Chiang Mai. After 2 Air Asia jets crashed recently, we played the odds and figured it would be safe. Lightning doesn't strike 3 times in the same place.

Bangkok Airport

Another Air Asia jet

Planes  on runway at Sarvabhumi International, Bangkok, getting ready for takeoff.

Here's a closer shot of our airplane.

 Flying with friends like Avadhuta Maharaja I feel completely relaxed, at ease, and ready for whatever challenges we need to face, be it, turbulence, long waits in the airport...

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Or entering the strange world of a foreign country.

We arrived in Siem Reap, Cambodia around 9:00 pm last night. And while I'm up for adventure, I was beginning to feel the weight of 61 years on my shoulders.