After 18 hours in the air, and 6 hours in airports, we have flown from one end o the earth to another. It is only an 8 hour time difference, only an hour more than the one between Greece and Jacksonville, as opposed to the time flip of Jax to China (12 hours... day is night and night is day. I did not bother to change my watch since midnight vs. noon would be obvious), but it is the extremes in so many ways: The heat and stickiness of June in Guangzhou to the cool, dry air of Anchorage. The crush of people and a focus on the ancient and complex human civilization of China to the big sky, towering mountains and individualist survivors of Alaska. Day one started with a 4am arrival in the grey hours of dawn, then a 40 mile drive along a road hugging the mountains and flanked by the bay.
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