17 October: when the sun rises over Siberia, en route to Narita, it’s like waking up on a bivouac ledge, so chilled is the air aboard this vintage Airbus. Breakfast is a welcome improvement on shivering under a thin blanket. And the conversation is good too: my neighbour in Seat 38B trained as an oil painter, guides tourists from Japan around Zermatt and Grindelwald for a living, but slipped out on her off days to climb the Weisshorn, Schreckhorn and Eiger. An enviable haul for one summer.
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