Wake me when it's all over.
Suffering from jet lag is much akin to being in some kind of grey tinted limbo or seemingly endlesss purgatory. Nothing is the right way up and I am looking at the world through bleary eyes and feeling more than a little woozy. 24 hours on a plane is enough to send me pitching forward into the abyss of madness and leave me thinking that the pressurised cabin was the length and breadth of my entire universe forever. When finally I am released from that personal hell the real insanity begins on the ground, but that is another story..
Although I did manage to have a silent battle of personal plane space with the stern, tutting, hound of a lady seated next to me. A fight to the death over the armrest and leg room ensued over 7 hours from Singapore to Australia. Honestly, there ain't enough room in those seats for one, let alone someone encroaching even one milimetre into the next. Without dignity, I kicked her feet out of my way and elbowed her sharply to send out warning signals. Screaming 'Get the fuck off me' on a loop inside my head for a good few hours did nothing to help, nor did the sleeping pills. When she proceeded to rest her pillow on my shoulder I very nearly lost all composure and entertained the notion of ripping opening the emergency exit to have her sucked out and frozen into a great shard of ice. Means I, and half the plane would have died as well, but at that desperate point I don't think anyone would have cared too much. The sheer relief at being out of that hell would have been enough.
At present it must be about 10am in the morning, the sun is shining, I have a view across to the ocean from my front balcony and all I want to do is go back to bed.
Although I did manage to have a silent battle of personal plane space with the stern, tutting, hound of a lady seated next to me. A fight to the death over the armrest and leg room ensued over 7 hours from Singapore to Australia. Honestly, there ain't enough room in those seats for one, let alone someone encroaching even one milimetre into the next. Without dignity, I kicked her feet out of my way and elbowed her sharply to send out warning signals. Screaming 'Get the fuck off me' on a loop inside my head for a good few hours did nothing to help, nor did the sleeping pills. When she proceeded to rest her pillow on my shoulder I very nearly lost all composure and entertained the notion of ripping opening the emergency exit to have her sucked out and frozen into a great shard of ice. Means I, and half the plane would have died as well, but at that desperate point I don't think anyone would have cared too much. The sheer relief at being out of that hell would have been enough.
At present it must be about 10am in the morning, the sun is shining, I have a view across to the ocean from my front balcony and all I want to do is go back to bed.