Returning to England from the United States on a non-stop red-eye from San Diego can be disorienting. Dinner is served sometime after a 9:10 pm take-off, and then, after cabin clean-up, window shades go down and chair backs recline. As arrival time approaches, the crew comes through the cabin again, distributing breakfast to many newly awakened passengers. Slowly, one by one, window-seaters push up the shades to see where they are in time and space.
With an arrival time of 3:35 pm, it should be obvious that it is mid-day and everyone on the plane lost half a day in the void. But during the winter, the sun sets early in these parts. So although I had recently finished a sleepy-eyed breakfast, we taxied to the gate as the sun set over Heathrow.
Been there. Done that….so many times I’ve lost count! Holiday planned for September in the Norwich/Norfolk area…so…one more time. Not a complaint…coming “home” is never complain-able.
Too true. You must be counting the days until your trip “home.” I hope you have a fabulous visit to Norwich/Norfolk.
The whole transatlantic flight thing is very strange. As an exBrit, now American, flying to Europe just throws you off, but its worth it to go back and see the places we miss. Lovely photo!
Thanks, Sandra. I agree that the long flights are worth the trip for what awaits at the other end.
Wow 3:30pm?? That’s crazy! And here I thought the sun setting at 5:30 here in the Northwest was weird, where is this at?
The picture was taken at London’s Heathrow Airport. On the shortest day of the year here the sun actually sets just before 4pm but, of course, the light starts fading before that. And yes, it is crazy!
The picture is beautiful, your post is entertaining and I can feel I’m there.
Reminded me of Malaysia, I’ve also written a blog about it, have a look please.
Thank you. I enjoyed your post about Malaysia, as well.