The sight of orchids at thirty-eight thousand feetSomewhere during the flight, as our plane was making a line towards the Russian coast line and the Kamchatka peninsula, the sudden recognition of freshly cut purple and white orchids in between our seats appeared as if to remind us of the journey that lay ahead.

The sight of orchids at thirty-eight thousand feet

Somewhere during the flight, as our plane was making a line towards the Russian coast line and the Kamchatka peninsula, the sudden recognition of freshly cut purple and white orchids in between our seats appeared as if to remind us of the journey that lay ahead.