Dispatch II: Good Morning, Cairo (Cont’d)
I stumble upon what appears to be security once I cross into the domestic travel side of the airport…
I stumble upon what appears to be security once I cross into the domestic travel side of the airport…
My Portuguese seatmate, a small framed man with sunken cheeks and blond highlights streaked through thinning black hair asks me a question 15 minutes before touchdown…
The Reader Beady eyes stared back at me from the window seat as I switched seats after takeoff en route to Amsterdam. Our flight was barely full and there was a large, sweaty man causing a scene, yelling at the flight attendant for not letting him take the seat he wanted. I watched my petite …