What did you do on Monday 12th December? I didn’t do anything; I didn’t get the chance to do anything; because Monday 12th December never existed for me.
During three flights lasting a total of 23 hours (waits not included), I managed to lose a day of my life.
I’d set off from Quito on the Sunday morning, transferred in Houston and arrived into Los Angeles (LAX) as night approached. (The airport is still a real dump and place of chaos and confusion. I just hope that all the signs offering the transformation of the ugly duckling will be realised when the barriers come down shortly).
My Quantus flight from LA to Auckland left just before midnight on Sunday 11th December and fourteen hours later I arrived into Auckland, 9:40AM on Tuesday 13th December.
Maybe you could argue that I did actually live a few hours of that day, flying 40,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean. During the flight I managed to sleep a bit before switching on my monitor to watch the flight path.
At 7:30AM, with just two hours remaining until touch down, we crossed the International Date Line doing an average of 500mph. I was projected into the future, a day ahead yet not a day older. Not bad really.