Some moments in life you simply never forget. I think I just had one such moment.

I am on a plane from Houston Texas to Frankfurt, Germany. Flying through the night and the various time zones losing hour upon hour.

The flight up until now had been much the same as any other transatlantic crossing, eventless and on the most part just another challenge to try and find the most comfortable position in your seat so as to grab what little amount of sleep you can.

There is, of course, a screaming baby managing to make itself heard above the constant low noise of the jet engines. The in-flight entertainment is amusing some, but most have elected to ignore it. Lufthansa are not my favorite airline, but to be fair to them there really isn’t anything they could do to make this long journey any more interesting.

I’m restless, not able to sleep. I close my eyes and try to drift away, but it simply doesn’t work. I’m not drifting anywhere, I’m awake and I probably will be awake all the way home. The joy of jet lag once again awaits me on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

The plane is dark, the lights are out and there is just the flicker of the overhead TV screens in the center isle to illuminate the cabin. As sleep is not an option I decide to… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]