Somewhere over the Atlantic, near Keflavik, so they tell me.

I particularly love the map view on the seat backs, which were obviously programmed by deranged geography geeks. For example, we just flew past a very large unnamed large island whose only notable town is that famed metropolis, Keflavik. “Where are we, dear?” “Just passed Keflavik, hon.” “Oh, good, we’re getting close.” (Further research revealed the island to be Iceland, which I have, in fact, heard of.) As we crossed Canada, I saw that we flew over that other important hotspot, Kuujjuaq, which was mighty helpful in orienting myself. Can you imagine, though, the sheer joy of the Kuujjuaq Chamber of Commerce when they found out they’d made the map? “Dude! We made the United Airlines map! Let’s build condos!”