The 777 jolted and swooped, dropping through the night. It hammered into some invisible pressure fluctuation, and jolted me out of a vague state of half-sleep. Somewhere over the wide flung arms of a vast Western Pacific super typhoon, my first sight was Christopher McCandless grinning back at me, his starvation thinned lips curled as he posed in front of the bus that sheltered him in the Alaskan wilderness. This famous picture, glowing out of the headrest monitor's showing o