One thousand flights

Nine hundred nighty nine flights (and not "Luftballons") later, I am about to board a 787-800 to Stansted where I have not been for decades. Like with the million mile mark, I am thrilled to go on exploring, and to see new parts of this world.

Equipped with Gabriele Pedullà’s Machiavelli in Tumult, my immediate task for the morning is to start writing a grant proposal to Nordforsk that is due in early December but which calls for a lot of networking, which in turn requires a firm idea about what the project will be all about. Hopefully, I will soon be able to tell more. For now, I wish you all a great weekend and look forward to being able to report on tomorrow's race once it is finished.