Another day of air travel, in which our main problem is fighting boredom. A four hours flight from Reno to Chicago, then a three hour connection plus a two hours delay, then a two hour flight from Chicago to Detroit. One thing that always happens to us in these cases is we lose track of what time it is, also because of crossing several timelines: Chicago is two hours ahead of Reno, one behind Detroit and seven behind Europe, or maybe the other way around. Anyway we sit down a lot, we go through a lot of metal detectors, we eat airport food and we drink plenty of water to fight air conditioned-induced dehydration. In Chicago airport they even put down a couple hundred camp beds for weary travelers! That tells you a lot about air traveling these days. Not much in terms of a romantic journey-making. I suppose it’s just another necessary evil in tour life.