The Flight Over

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The times they are a-changin’.

This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.

Dateline: London – 16:56 Local Time

After playing one last game of Settlers, I hit the sack at 3am Thursday (-0700 [i.e., Seattle time]). I slept ’till 9ish and then finished up my packing, which entailed going to REI to get a new Nalgene bottle, a carabiner, and some webbing to make a holder for it.


The flight from Seattle to LAX left at 2:43pm Thursday (-0700) and got in around 5:30pm Thursday (-0700). I slept for most of that flight. We were in a Boeing 757 and did a simultaneous landing with an Air India 747 on runways 24L and 24R.


It’s a crappy picture, I know. But I was in another airplane, going some 150 knots.

Once we landed, we pretty much hopped off one plane, walked 50 feet and hopped on another one. And thus began 9.5 hours of flying. The flight over was as expected: long, boring, cramped, long, and restless.

I watched not one, but two movies: Inside Man and Mission Impossible: III. Pretty good movies, although there was this big gap in MI:III where they decided they need to do something important and critical to the movie and then it’s all done. Weird.

I also started into a new book: The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, the sequel to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (see also Canyonlands: Ontario Int’l Airport).


I did manage to catch some more sleep in the last few hours of the flight. Although I have to say, it was pretty weird seeing the sun at 6pm Thursday (-0700), watching it set and then rise again and be back up at its apogee at 12pm Friday (+0100 [i.e., London time]), and all in 9.5 hours.