Turkish Delight

My first flight, on Turkish Air, is approximately 11 hours.  My local clock says 2am, but the plane is serving dinner.  I have already been awake for well over 24 hours.  After landing in Istanbul, Turkey for a layover, I have 9 more hours of flying; that is almost equivalent to a full day on a plane.  How does one stay entertained? Plenty to read of course, and then there are endless amounts of movies, games, and entertainment on the computer console in the head rest in front of me.  Avengers apparently is cool around the world, I caught up on Vince Vaughn’s Neighborhood Watch (voiceovers on curse words to perfection!)  and played a bit of chess.  I am surrounded by beautiful women who have their heads wrapped and already feeling a bit inappropriate and out of place.  Very dichotomous to “Summertime Chi” andAmerican culture, where we seem to pride ourselves on wearing as little as possible….Anxious to arrive, but grateful for the time to reflect.

Bangladesh has a mere six gates in the airport; I arrive around 5am.  This is a new continent, with language barriers, and an infinite amount of cultural explorations.  The time here is 11 hours ahead of my origin (Chicago) and I have not slept much in the past 48 hours while crossing a hemisphere and seeing the sun set, rise and set again. The experience of a lifetime awaits me.  Also, I have been invited to do a lecture at the Dhaka Art Center, so my wheels are turning relative to what is going to inspire this particular audience…