I recently read excerpts from Lonely Planets’ Tales from Nowhere. These are stories submitted by travelers who are reporting in from ‘nowhere’. Yesterday I was there.
Nowhere.
My mother and I were returning from Providence to Houston after a family wedding. Travel to/from Providence always requires a connecting flight, and we changed planes in Newark.
Our flight out of Newark was a 767, which means about 400 people. We boarded as our row was called and for what seemed an eternity, others kept coming and coming. For a full hour we saw passengers seek their assigned seat, stow bags overhead, rearrange luggage, climb over other travelers, peel off sweatshirts or grab a sweater, pull a drink or meal from a travel bag, find reading material, try to rearrange seating, strap in a child, power up a DVD player, surf the on-board entertainment system, make last minute phone calls. And we still had not closed the doors or left the gate.
We were nowhere.
