14 people were waiting for the shuttle to take us to the plane. 13 were all furiously thumbing away on their various phones. For once I was not. My phone had died so I had to stand and pretend calmness with myself and my environment. Bored, my other self watched my ridiculous act. I actually started to rock. Perhaps I felt gentle swaying would display profound knowledge of bikram balance. I then began to clean my specs only to realize I was using the scarf of a fellow unknown traveler.

The 7 minutes was endless.

And then… I recalled my practice of biomimicry. I looked around for the genius of nature only to be confronted with 100 percent man made objects. I couldn’t see the sky due to the coaches ceiling and around our airport trees had been replaced by the loveliness of tarmac.

My rocking had begun to annoy my “crowd”.  I began to sneezing fit instead. Immediately I had an additional 3 feet available around me as my crowd had instantly labeled me with H1.

Moral of this story is. Life without digital chatter is extinct so best to travel with 2 sets of phone batteries, unless the runway you are sitting on is on the dust trails in Zimbabwe or Parrot Cay.

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