I’m in the sun, above the clouds. It feels weird being so
close to Burma, but not actually going there.
Watching The Great and Powerful Oz, kind of the prequel to The Wizard of. A bit
too “hell hath no fury” for my liking,.
Right now, the Wizard, Glinda. Little China Girl and Finley the monkey are
floating around in bubbles, in a mountainous landscape. Apparently poor,
somehow magically powerful yet inadequate Glinda “needs” the hapless Oz to heal
the land where she cannot. Yeah right! A visually spectacular rehashing of a
predictable misogynistic premise.The tattooed guy in front of me, and his glam girlfriend, is (I think) some sort of minor celebrity. Football player, Kiwi actor, weather man? They have spent the entire flight drinking gin and lemonade, giggling, and snogging.
It’s the wet, marketed as The Green Season. I don’t mind the
rain, if it means I get to escape the tourist hordes. Captain Puh Shit (no
joke!) languidly circles the plane above an obstinate cloudbank, until the
heavenly deluge gives way to acceptable levels of visibility, and a welcome
vista of rotund islands and coconut palms comes into view.
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