Jet Lag

Weave a circle round thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drunk the milk of Paradise.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I thought this quote appropriate as I sit here in San Francisco at 4 in the morning having left Tokyo at 5.25pm on Monday 5th of March, with a 9 hour flight and arriving at 8.25am in sunny San Fran on Monday 5th of March... Hmm, an interesting concept. Did we just go back in time? Was our united airlines (a word from our blog sponsor - star alliance, what a star) plane actually a Delorian? I have no idea, and now having slept the afternoon then gone out at night then gone back to sleep only to wake at 4 in the morning like I'd just drank 10 red bulls, I have no clue either, of what - the fuck - is going on.

So instead of laying on my top bunk any longer listening to 'the Robber' snoring or the beatnik Canadian on the bottom bunk making whimpering sounds like a stray puppy on death row, I have decided to share this thought with you as it was indeed keeping me awake. Along with the jet lag.

The man who invented the toothpick was a man among men, the man who decided to make the end of it peppermint flavoured on the Singapore to Tokyo flight is truly a God.

There, now that is off my chest I may be able to sleep easier...or maybe at all.

Til next time,

Luke.