Started this discussion. Last reply by Gary Arndt Feb 28, 2009.
Posted on April 18, 2011 at 3:01pm
I am desperate for fresh air the moment I land in Kathmandu.
Airport. Airplane. Airport. Airplane. And finally, airport. All of them, except the last, enclosed habit-trails of recycled breath. Others’. Mine. A few token plants thrown in to hand out five molecules of pure oxygen for the 250,000 humans transiting the Pacific travel corridor.
My end point, Kathmandu, an unlikely place to find clean air and my checked luggage. It isn’t clean so I’ll call it fresh air that greets me…Continue
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