In that time span I have seen two sun rises, slept for two hours, experienced three airplane dinners and a breakfast, and watched a plane outrun the sun and chased after the dark side of the planet. Meanwhile the timezone changing has messed up my watch, phone and brain to the point I don’t know if I want to sleep or need to sleep.
So in effect, the experience of flying so far around the world, through so many time zones, can be summed neatly in one, crystal clear word:
In the space of 23 hours I have just travelled from one of the most grey countries in the world, to one of the sandiest, and now the craziest. So it has served its purpose.
But dear god I would not do that again.
Now excuse me for a while as my head tries to adjust to what I’ve just done to it.