At home decompressing

Current Position: Auckland, New Zealand - boarding a flight bound for LAX

Local Time: Thursday, 8pm

Destination time: Los Angeles, 11pm Wednesday

Journey time to destination: 12 hours

I’ve left the future to land in the present, so where exactly does that leave my past? It’s a rare opportunity for one to have the chance to live two Thursdays in a row. Some might perceive as a curse, I see it as a blessing. Should you have done something wrong, you have an extra 21 hours of the same day to make amends for your mistake. How rad is that? Time zones conspire in my favor and in the favor of all aboard the same flight bound for LAX. And believe me, some people on that flight probably need a retake of that Thursday to cleanse themselves, mentally, after enduring our overly inebriated crew boys.

After 7 1/2 weeks of travel, one has little patience for the novice traveler. Things you can usually deal with suddenly become the biggest annoyances. Once you have flown 26,000 miles and still have over 5,000 miles to go, before getting home, your ability to deal with the norm shifts quite extreme to having no patience whatsoever. People who cut queues, those who refuse to remove shoes when going thru security, those who argue with TSA about throwing out a perfectly good bottle of water - my advice to those novices are to deal with it. As you will not win with security and surely you will piss off those behind you. Because not only have I traveled over 31,000 miles in less than 8 weeks, I fly with a group of people, some comfortable enough to disrobe until fully Monty, only 5 hours into a 12 hour flight - to then run naked thru coach class. So, oddly enough, should you be less than frequent flier reading this, bear in mind, the dude behind you in security may next be running naked on your flight. Welcome aboard!

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