My Most Memorable Journeys #2: flying home for a death

Another memorable journey, although for entirely different reasons than in my previous story. Oh, and this time, there was no vomit. So read on… Picture it: Narita airport, Tokyo, a couple of months after the 9/11 attacks, in 2001. The airport is eerily quiet. My flight is less than half-full. I have an entire row of seats to myself. Stuffed into the seat pocket in front of me is a photograph of my grandparents. About a week ago, I found out my grandfather has a brain tumour. Yesterday morning I had a phone call, letting me know that he doesn’t … Continue reading My Most Memorable Journeys #2: flying home for a death