Day 27 - Time

You only realize that when you do one of a few things. Take psychadelic drugs, and travel at light speed are two of them, which I don’t really know about. The third is fly to the other side of the world. 24 hours ago it was 11am, and I was with my mother in the airport, having a coffee. Now, 24 hours later, exactly one day later, its 10pm and I’m eating dinner. 24 hours after 11am it’s 10pm. How does that work! It’s not just the clocks that help toward the confusion though, the light in the sky also proves that time is up to mischief.

The airlines don’t really know what to do about the time discrepancies either. I flew clockwise round the world this time, so we were moving with time, with the earth, rather than against it, if that makes sense. After four hours of flying clockwise, it was 2pmish, whereas if we flew four hours anti clockwise, it would be like 8am.
When I flew anti clockwise, the meal system worked quite well. But this time it was a tad fucked. 2 hour after take off, we were served breakfast – omelette with sausage and beans. 3 hours later it was snack time; ice cream and cookies. 4 hours later, it was 9 hours since breakfast. Our bodies told us it was 9pm, but our location, above eastern Europe, told us it was about 3am. What to do? The airline chose to go with our body clocks and served us pork casserole. 2 hours later (11pm according to the bosy clock), they decided to switch and start running on Eastern european time, and we were served a fried breakfast again. So we land in hong kong, 7am. Or 1am? By this point, I didn’t know, or care.

Any semblance of a meal clock then went out of the window, seemingly, when we transferred flight and were served seared fish at 8am. Or 2am? Either way, that’s not the right time to have fish. I then went to sleep, only to wake up several hours into the future. Now, UK time, it was 6am. Hong Kong time it was midday, but we were now above Australia and it was some time in the afternoon. The planes dietician rolled a dice and decided it was dinner time again. I passed on the chicken meal. I didn’t pass on the packet of Polo’s and cup of Jasmine tea that were then passed around (???!)

Maybe this entry started as a time travel entry. But I’m so jet lagged (coincidentally, from all the time travel), that I gave up trying to make sense in the second paragraph. Time travel doesn’t make sense anyway. But, if you ever travel at light speed, or take psychadelics; the most efficient way of calming your mind at the end of it is with a nice mint and some jasmine tea, obviously.