Ok, I admit it, there is
such a thing as jetlag. I’m not all that experienced in the world of international travelling, however in
2007 I did go through 6 time zones in 3 weeks without any trouble (or loss of
sleep) – this time, not so much. After being awake travelling for 36 hours I
thought surely I would drop off into the land of dreams last night – no such
luck.
It was 11pm eastern and, for this zombie, it was time for
bed. I snuggled in and drifted off but 1 hour later I woke feeling as though
I’d been given half a dozen red bulls and had pokers placed in my eyes. My
brain was clearly asking me what I was doing trying to sleep, when at home it
was still lunchtime. To make matters worse I was so tired my mind was creating
all kinds of deliriums to torture me, I kept thinking I had multiple beds for
various time zones that I would have to wake up and shift to throughout the
night. I know, makes absolutely no sense as I write it down now, but last night
I could have sworn it was a reality.
After 8 hours of fitful dozing it was time to get up again. I’ve
just munched on breakfast and I can tell today is going to be a longggg day,
but I get to pass the time by exploring Charlotte and from what I can see
already it looks like a great place. There are autumn leaves everywhere which
is so nice to see coming from Queensland
which has absolutely no ‘seasonal changes’. Here’s hoping by tonight I can
adjust to my new time zone and get some shuteye.