"Is it a stop? What? Where did you say, sir?" I exclaimed when the captain announced that we were about to land after a little over five hours of flight.
"In Samoa, Ivania. The jet needs to refuel because it doesn't have enough flight autonomy to reach China in a single journey."
I bit my lips, trying to feign my astonishment. How had I not realized something so obvious? Up until that moment, I believed that, in a single twelve-hour journey, we were going to land in the Asian country. But, of course, the plane didn't have a tank large enough to store sufficient fuel for such a long trip.
"And, sir... how long will it take?"
I was hoping it would be like refueling a vehicle, and the plane would be back in the air in fifteen minutes. Alessandro touched his jaw and seemed to think it over
