Fly Southwest: RDU to Oakland, California

For the discerning jaded wanderlust who simply abhors monotony and takes travelling as an opportunity for a self-inflicted character study with a dollop of sarcasm, let's metaphorically fly Southwest, a marvel of modern aeronautics, from the hallowed region of 'Undefined' in Raleigh/Durham, to the city of unfulfilled tech dreams – Oakland.

One might assume that the 'Undefined' region is a figment of geographic lethargy. Be assured that it's not. 'Undefined' is merely an elaborate social commentary on the state of American towns that have no distinct personality, no characteristic flavor of their own – becoming indistinguishable from each other in their semblance to a gray-scale Rubik’s cube – so painfully predictable, much like your economy class in-flight meal.

Speaking of economy class, this is where the hysteria surrounding airfare fizzles out. Ah, the airfare – that revered ticket to the fashion parade in the sky. The beauty pageant of passengers who have spent so much time figuring out how to appear nonchalantly chic at five in the morning, would make you question if it were a red-eye flight to a fashion week. And dear weary traveller, rest assured, in Southwest Airlines, the designs of the cabin seats are as eye-catching as the kaleidoscope of fashion; even shaming the runways of Milan.

Now let’s delve into the richness of 'Flight duration’. An orchestra of minutes and hours, where the conductor is a flight schedule which witnesses the crescendo and decrescendo of restlessness and relief respectively. Be it brief flights, prolonged direct flights, or flights with layovers that serve as intermissions in the play of impatience. In these flight durations, you either explore the elective amnesia of forgotten neck pillows or the annoying precision of the frequent flyer who knows the sequence of in-flight services in his sleep.

Southwest Airlines, generously, offers you both direct flights and connecting flights. Connecting flights, much like a tragic sequel to a blockbuster first half of the journey. In these sequels, you attempt to rediscover lost humanity in the domestic terminal only to find them buried beneath the rubble of duty-free shopping.

Now for the final landing in Oakland. Unassumingly nestled in the arms of California, a city that has survived on borrowed limelight of its prettier neighbors only to emerge as the dark horse of start-up fantasies. It greets its visitors with an eccentric ensemble of graffiti walls that could inspire a Millennial's next tattoo, coffee shops screaming of innovative entrepreneurship and technological dreams sitting pretty under the canopy of avante-garde galleries.

All in all, dear traveller, embrace the Aloha-spirit (pun intended!) on your journey from 'Undefined' to Oakland on a Southwest flight. Don’t just embark on a yes-man’s voyage. Instead, treat it as a satirical exploration where each aspect, from inflated airfare to the melodrama of flight duration, to the technicolor dream-street of Oakland, tells a story of its own. Go ahead, get your fix of 'travel sarcasm' and indulge in the delicious cocktail of absurdity and adventurism.