Are we nearly there yet?
A recent trip for a racing assignment was enlivened by a departure from the usual boring and annoying battle to get to the destination. This usually just demands a lot of forbearance, and a tight control on your urge to kill or at least painfully maim sundry fellow passengers, or the security agents trying to get hold of your footwear. Worst of all are the kids infesting the aisles, that is when they are not screaming at a pitch that makes you fear for the integrity of the portholes, or kicking the back of your seat, ignored by their parents. But this time a medical emergency on board forced yours truly and 448 fellow passengers to spend 20 hours stranded in Sri Lanka, not at all our intention. Yet maybe it…