People always said the journey is more important than the destination. Ok true, but when comfortably seated in Premium Economy bulkhead with lots of leg room, what's the journey supposed to become? Last summer I went to Russia where money, politics, and a peculiar sense of fashion is on display full throttle. But almost a year later a flight path took me over snow covered eastern Siberia where the culture of the big city was contrasted with white mountaintops and forests so remote there was no sign of civilization at all. Nature this pristine didn't care how many bottles of vodka you ordered at the "it" club or what you think of Putin. It's more powerful than that anyway. And if you find yourself out here at the ends of the earth, on the flip side of this same Russian coin, no ones gonna care what you're wearing.