I’m now eleven and a half hours into my butt-numbing, duration-record-breaking, commercial aviation trans-oceanic flight. After the first eight hours I was afraid we’d run out of gas, but now that we’ve been up here for eleven hours I’m pretty sure we have enough fuel to make it to our destination. Or we can just glide in. Either way I’m confident that I’ll survive to see the Oscars on Monday.
Right now we are cruising at an altitude of 38,000 feet (11,582 metres). For those of you who are unfamiliar with heights, that’s really high up. Everything here should be frozen but it’s not.
Air – totally frozen
Clouds – totally not frozen (still in gaseous form)
Canadian Blogger – typing away at a comfortable twenty degrees celsius
The reason I know the clouds up here are not frozen is because we just blasted through a whole circus* of them. Until a few minutes ago I didn’t even realize that clouds could get this high (and some can even get higher). I now have a whole new level of respect for clouds.
Respect.
*a grouping of clouds is called a “circus”
We flew right through ’em!
Am I looking at my enemy – a cloud system that is going to try and kill me later? Only time can tell. Also my Uncle. He’ll be able to explain exactly what’s going on.
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Die Hard Three 
So, a circular cirrus circus?
not sure. I’m not a cloudologist (that’s what a studier of clouds is called)