Regular readers (all four of you) know that long haul flights are dangerous for me, stirring me up inside. This flight was no exception. Having just read "The Hiding Place" I was interested to watch "Inglorious Basterds," a fictitious story about revenge on the Nazis during WW2. This brilliant movie was made by Quentin Tarantino. It has a dramatic, vengeful climax and one has to wonder what Quentin Tarantino was thinking when he made this film. While light on the surface it's actually a complicated film and controversial/provocative: film goers and critics alike are often offended by making light of weighty subjects. (And I'm not suggesting Tarantino does that but others have accused.) Terrific production, excellent dialogue, but violent (and that's after it was no doubt toned down for Cathay audiences!)

Then I fell asleep, not for long enough, listening to Cathay's Classical Moods. Very therapeutic and reflective collection of inspiring classical pieces that coincidentally spanned my life and took me back to the days of sailing at the RCYC, The Farm and elsewhere. I emerged from the flight not that rested but very pensive.