A flight with almost fourteen hours and a three hours transit, is not easy at all.
If you’re accustomed to these long… really long flights, then you really deserve an award for endurance.
I think I deserve two, since this is my first holiday with such a long journey.
Perhaps I deserve three, since this flight also comes with a big time difference.
Three or two hours difference wouldn’t be such a big deal.
But… wait, 1,2,3,4,5,6, 7 hours make a significant difference.
Time suddenly feels as if it’s going in opposite directions.
In the morning, you drag yourself out of bed, your eyes so heavy that you fall asleep again everywhere, at any moment.
At night, you feel wide awake, and surprisingly hungry and ready for outdoor activities.
Breakfast time becomes dinner time and dinner becomes breakfast.
The sun that plays tricks on you in the Uk is now punctual, serious, and happy.
How happy?
So happy that she’s laughing all the time, watching people out and about in sunglasses, hats, and face fans; all enjoying her majesty’s presence.
Rain visits often but, lightly so far, as if trying to lighten the mood.
Unfortunately, the mood refuses to be lightened because of humidity.
And humidity is that heavy, sweaty, stick neighbour no one likes.
And finally, after those first confused, steamy, lazy days, a gentle nudge of writing arrived, with a smooth landing, to save these funny moments in this post.
With July-holidays-thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 