16 + 16 = Suck and 32
What’s worse than a 16-hours flight? For me it’s a 16-hour flight followed by a 15-hour layover. The fifteen wouldn’t be so bad, except of two facts. One I did not sleep a wink on the plane, which is pretty normal for me. Partly because when I fly I suffer from un-yielding leg pain which is only relieved through constant shaking and movement of my legs. Secondly, if I do start to drift off any unexpected sound, bump or shift in my position causes me to jolt into sudden state of full awareness filled with adrenaline and freezing fear…and I mean every time. Luckily for me, a 400 plus ton flying metal tub full of human shaped meat sacks never experiences unexpected sounds or bumps. We were also chasing the sun, so behind the window blind was a bright, actually blinding sun. And of course my window blind had a small crack in it that shined sunlight directly into my face. But the fifteen on the ground…that seems like a good amount of time to...