tour of oman - prologue
It’s 2 in the afternoon and I’m sitting in the O’Hare airport Terminal 1 Chili’s drinking a Blue Moon, trying to convince my body that it’s evening and sleep will come soon. Two tables over from me, the Polish ski jumping team sits and eats shitty chicken sandwiches, the healthiest thing on the menu. They and the Austrian team are both on the same fligh…
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