I’m writing this from JFK Airport in New York at 4am. We’ve just embarked on what could be an epic journey, but it’s only six nights in a hostel at this stage.
We left Sydney yesterday (or was that today), spent 14 hours in the middle seats of the middle row at the back of a Qantas 747, spent five hours fighting off sleep at LAX, then hightailed it to JFK managing to get a few hours of oh-so-needed slumber in the cramped quarters of AA cattle-class. Now in New York, in the same time zone as Montreal, we’re bubbly and awake at 4am.
Jet Lag = 1. Ingenious Anti-Jet Lag Plan = 0.