Sydney
You know that you’re in a special country when the free wine in the airport lounge — the cheapest thing they can leave out that won’t be a complete insult — is a Jacob’s Creek shiraz. From this I can only conclude that this is truly a place of wondrous natural and human resources.
People occasionally ask me for the secret to multi-time-zone travel, although coming from Maui was only a 3 (well, 21) time zone difference. At any rate, the key is to be one of those people who can sleep on planes, go to sleep on your new time zone, and wake up for breakfast on your new time zone. If you can’t sleep, well, you’re pretty much fucked on that 13-hour flight anyways.
I have the opposite problem. I’m all set to get a lot of work done, without the constant interruption of the telephone, and the moment my ass hits the seat I’m asleep until we’re back at the gate. I guess it’s better than the alternative affliction.
