About 2 hours into the flight from Iceland to Boston, and the extra £39 window seat payed off! Breathtaking white soft tundra, pierced with jagged slate like mountains, between which smooth cascades of elephant skin-like snow carved down like a ski slope with a rather cold and watery end! Iced gems smattered in the sea, and I’m imagining what sort of creatures can endure such a hard landscape. Leon informs me it is Greenland, after looking at his flight radar map, and I wonder if I would see polar bears and penguins, or a whale. I suppose we are far too high up, but it doesn’t stop me searching!
Now while we are on this flight, the man sat next to Leon, looks more than a little like our old friend, Bidjan, who was Saffron and Roxanne’s Dad who passed nearly 2 years ago. The resemblance is so striking. I was fairly mesmerised by him. Even the way he held himself, very proud, as you would imagine someone holy would…
Later into the flight, I can see he is struggling to get comfy to sleep in the aisle spot, and he’s tried multiple ways and his head kept slipping. So I lean across Leon and ask if he’d like to sit where I am so he can lean against the window wall. He gestures that he is hard of hearing so I explain again. He explained no thank you, he doesn’t like to see out the window, so I think he misunderstands. But oh my gosh, to hear him talk, even the accent is similar. That was it for me, tears came! I desperately wanted to ask him if he was Persian, or if he was related, but realised with his hearing and the crowded plane, shouting about how I had a friend who had died that looked like him, may not be the wisest idea, and could even offend him if he was a different heritage. So I suppose I shall never know, but what a bizarre and uncanny experience, of all the people to sit near us.
