Traveling to India

I'm writing this from a Lufthansa jet on the way from Vancouver to Frankfurt. So far, it's been a pretty uneventful trip…
I flew from Seattle to Vancouver on a prop plane. It wasn't teeny tiny (like the one I was convinced I was going to die on in Costa Rica), but I did have the added benefit of sitting right next to the prop, which is kinda noisy. I jammed my headphones deep into my ear canals and cranked up the tunes. (Okay, full disclosure - I wasn't listening to tunes, but rather, an audiobook by NPR's former China correspondent about the current and future state of China as he travels through the country. But seriously, that's not cool at all, so let's pretend I was listening to the Clash or Eels or something interesting, okay?)
One interesting thing I noticed in the Vancouver airport - Canadians are really into wearing their maple leafs and flags on their clothing and bags. I was thinking maybe they're just more patriotic than us, but then decided they do it so that people don't mistake them for Americans in case they bump into folks who hate us. Sneaky.
So, last year I flew SAS to Europe and was surprised to find out that they had a window in the bathrooms of their planes. Well, since I'm on another European airline, I had to investigate and sure enough, there's a window. I think it's for the guys, cause it really doesn't do women any good…unless you're looking for natural light to put on makeup (that's my mom speaking…not me). (Women sit, so their back is to the window, fyi.)
Of course I can't sleep and of course it's 970 degrees in here. I made my seat lie flat(-ish), but they don't let it go all the way flat - it's mostly flat, with your feet lower than your head. That means if you're neurotic like me, you lie there wondering if you're sliding down the darned thing. And if you shift at all, you do slide down. Seriously, are they just torturing me?
We land in Frankfurt in about 4 hours and then I have a 1.5 hour layover and then it's another 10 or so hour flight to Bangalore. Perhaps I'll be so tired by then, I won't mind sliding down out of my seat.
(Is it bad that I was fascinated by the man next to me who kissed something in a little book that looked like his passport? Also, if you were wondering, it is incredibly unpleasant for others when you floss in public. Particularly when you chew afterwards…ugggg.)
Just got to my hotel room (okay, I got here and unpacked and turned up the A/C. Now I'm blogging.) It's about 2am here. My bag finally made it out at the airport and immigration and customs was super-easy. My driver found me and brought me here. These Bangaloreans really love their car horns. I'm not sure, but I think you just honk cause you're so happy to be in traffic. Or out of it. Right around the hotel, it looked pretty much like the other third word cities I'd been to - dirty, rundown, same type of shops. All the signs are in English, which is interesting. It was about a 20 minute drive to my hotel and about 15 minutes of it was driving through military housing and other military related stuff (hospitals, etc.). Once we got away from the hotel, it was much nicer. Saw an IBM billboard, saw a guy at the airport waving a sign welcoming someone from Cisco, saw a DeutschBank…I'm feeling pretty global.
I'm gonna see if I can get Skype going so that I can call my family and let them know I've arrived. Then I'm going to sleep as it's been 24 hours since I left Seattle and I only slept about 2 hours on the planes.