So high above all the rampant worry and fear, aboard the smart Airbus 350-900 of a struggling South African Airways, cutting across the Gulf of Guinea towards the equator and a vast ocean at a modest thirty-six thousand feet—multiple step climbs will follow as fuel gets burned and the aircraft lightens, culminating at forty-one or forty-two thousand feet—Marie is leaving home to come home.

Sweet and sour for her but I can’t wait.

I’ll soon post some aerial pictures of my own much shorter version of this iconic trip.


Preparing to hop across the Atlantic