I’m typing this up Friday morning, Glasgow time. I think the jet lag has eased, but the last 36 hours or so were brutal.
I knew I was in trouble as soon as the plane left Calgary to pick up more passengers. It left at 19:30 Wednesday, or 03:30 Thursday, Glasgow time. Given the time to eat dinner (thankfully while Iron Man was playing on the screen), there weren’t a lot of hours to sleep on the plane. Even though I had no one next to me, I couldn’t quite get the hang of sleeping while seated. I may have closed my eyes, but that was about the extent of it. The fact that the plane flew over Greenland and Iceland likely meant that it never got quite dark as the plane traveled.
Needless to say, by the time I deplaned and cleared customs, I was starting to feel it. I definitely felt it when I did the long trudge toward my hostel. I arrived too early to check in, but the staff were gracious enough for me put my pack away and access the common room, where I promptly crashed. Once I got up to my room, I took a long nap, and that helped in the recovery.
Some pix, starting with my plane soon after it landed in YVR:
The plane had a real-time indicator of where we were on the flight; here, we had already flew past Iceland:
And one of the many signs that greeted us as we left the plane:
