The day that sort of didn’t exist…
It’s weird, and I can’t quite get my head around it, but today didn’t really happen. Well, maybe some of it did, but definitely not all of it.
About an hour into our journey it was announced that food would shortly be making it’s way through the cabin. Instead of going to sleep like we originally planned to do we stayed up and had a second dinner with a few drinks – Abbie went for red wine while I had my first taste of beer from New Zealand, which was great.
Quite a few people decided against eating in favour of sleep, which resulted in leftover beer and wine that was eventually offered to those who hadn’t closed their eyes yet, including us. Around four hours into the journey we were still going strong, a bit tipsy (or I was at least, Abbie not as much) and not tired at all.
Now for the part where it gets a tad confusing. When flying from Buenos Aires to Auckland a total of eight time zones are crossed, which kind of means that the thirteen and a half hour flight takes twenty eight hours. Baffling isn’t it? Not only that, but after taking off on the eleventh, we arrived on the thirteenth, which means that the twelth got lost somewhere inbetween.
I’m not sure how to work it out, and there’s probably a proper way to do it based on crossing a date zone or something like that, but until somebody proves me wrong I’ll look at it like this: We took off at the last minute of Sunday evening, and arrived four and a half hours into Tuesday morning. Take those four and a half hours off of the thirteen and a half hour flight duration and you’re left with nine hours, so surely that means that Monday was only actually a nine hour day, right?
In all honesty I have no idea what I’m on about, but it’s all a bit strange. We slept for probably seven hours and then woke up to breakfast, before landing a few hours after that. Due to the whole date and time difference thing I’m not sure where today finishes and tomorrow starts, so I’ll leave it at that for now, and start tomorrow’s post at the airport!
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