Up extra early this morning to catch the morning flight out of Adelaide, it'll be the first of three flights in what will end up being the longest day of the year. Just had enough time to grab a full Aussie breakfast (which is essentially just a full english but with everything upside I guess).
So this is where it gets confusing. After my first flight from Adelaide to Sydney, I board a second one just a few hours later bound for Los Angeles. On this second flight we view the sunset to the west and several hours later the sunrise in the east, and somehow its still the same day.
Day Two Hundred and Fifty-one: Part Two
At this point I'm walking around in a rather confused state any time-traveller might experience, but I looked at a newspaper in LA airport (Marty McFly style) and it said it was definitely still Wednesday, so I found my way the departure gate for my third and final flight to Las Vegas where I landed at 10am.
The most unbelievable part of it? Some twenty hours after eating breakfast in Adelaide and its not even time for lunch yet...
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