How surreal is international travel?

I sit on a Finnair flight overflying Greenland, the sounds of Gurrumul in my ears, the plane’s “Down Camera” displays an unfolding landscape of ice, mountain tops, scarred rock, water, bergs, glaciers. Meantime Harry sits beside, watching an American movie drama unfold, and chews Finnish lollies filched from his dad’s secret stash.

Greenland anyone?