More Timezones than we can Handle

It is 12:18 pm, just after midday your time. It is 20:18 our time. We are sitting in an American Airlines airplane making our last transfer on the third aircraft of the day. It has been a very long day.

I awoke at 5:15am, after a restless sleep, never feeling that I was actually sleeping. I got up and put on my clothes layed out the night before. Levi and Nathanael woke up to their alarms to say goodbye, we hugged in the dark and I left with my backpack.

Purdey and Phil were waiting with Lottie. We continued driving in towards Geelong and picked up grandma, who made a wise-crack about us being 5 minutes late. As it turns out we got 5 minutes down the road and she remembered that he coat was hanging on the door, so we turned around and drove back to pick it up.

The road to Melbourne airport had little traffic and made the way up easier. We found a park in short term parking and made our way into the terminal to wait for Roger to arrive.

Check in. Five travellers. Lots of bags. Everything was checked and ready with little hassle.

Plane flights are exciting because of the destination. The journey, the plane flight, is as boring as you choose it to be. I have not travelled across this many timezones before and do not know what to expect. Will I feel tired or sick?

Tomorrow will be a single 24 hour period, in the same Timezone. I am looking forward to that.