All this travel finally caught up with me. I didn't make it out of bed until noon today, and 2 hours (and 2 cups of coffee) later I'm still dragging.
Even though it was relatively easy travel, good flights, a comfy bus, excellent company, sufficient sleep--maybe the miles add up, physically, psychologically?
Over the past 20 days: Seattle-->New York-->Dubai-->Addis Ababa-->Debre Birhan-->Addis Ababa-->Dubai-->New York-->Seattle-->Vancouver-->Seattle
But, I'm already thinking about the next trip (look out Hays America).
And the one after that.