Light streamed in through the cabin window.
It felt brighter than normal.
I clamoured over to the window and saw a stunning set of mountain ranges.
The brightness was explained by the cloudless sky and the reflection of the sun off the snow.
I’d lost track of how long I’d been asleep, but I knew were somewhere between Kuala Lumpur and Dubai.
I raced back to my seat to look at the map and figure out where we were.
We were flying over Iraq’s north east, so I figured the mountains outside the window were likely in Iran—I had no idea such stunning mountain ranges existed there.
I’m a devout aisle sitter, but it’s views like this make me reconsider.