I’m writing this through a haze of jet lag, having just flown back from Australia. Someone described the feeling to me as being “three whiskies in”. That’s accurate, and doesn’t sound so bad, but is perhaps not ideal at ten in the morning. Anyway, you don’t want to hear my tips for overcoming jet lag, and that’s good because I don’t have any. No one does.
On the plane I did some things right, and some wrong, like most people. I drank plenty of water, but also plenty of booze. I planned to sleep, but was confounded by turbulence. Half of being able to sleep on a plane relies on convincing yourself that you’re not in the air, but somewhere safe and unmoving on the ground. A plane constantly dropping what feels like a few floors puts paid to that.
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