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Pete's Churchill Odyssey 2005

5th Nov 2005
Time Lords ...

Saturday, 5th November, 2005
Today’s a bit of a funny day.
We set off from Betsy’s at 6.30 in order to get to the airport in time for an 8.50 flight down to Honolulu. Our flight to Honolulu was smooth, though once again ‘we were especially selected by our airline …’ so that took a few extra minutes and although we were the first customers of the day, I was delighted to see the number of other fellow travellers standing in line for the treatment.
We got breakfast at the ‘restaurant’ in side the airport. Here the radio was churning out a bit of music and also a string of adverts. One intrigued me; different male voices saying ‘ I’m a soldier … I’m a warrior … I’m a National Guard … I do this … I do that’ and the gist of it was a recruitment for the National Guard ‘to uphold freedom and protect the American way of life’.
I hooked my computer into an empty wall socket by the table to recharge it. The manageress was out within 3 minutes to ask me to unplug it and then she rummaged around for the plug for a neon sign advertising Budweiser. “ You gonner have to unplug Sir, this has to be plugged in’. Perhaps the advertisement for Bud is also protecting the American way of life. True.
Anyway we transferred to Honolulu without hitch and then tried to sort ourselves out for the Sydney flight. Our e-tickets advised of that the flight at about 11.50 but the on screen flight information listed our flight at 10.50 with a boarding time of 10.20. This didn’t leave us much time and we arrived at gate thirty something just a few minutes before the gate was closed … in fact they had to not close the gate in order to admit us to the flight.
So our time was limited and we dashed on board.
We left at 10.50 am on 5th November, 2005 and one would normally expect, after a 9.5 hour flight that they would arrive at about half past seven that evening … not so. Between Hawaii and Australia, due to the fact that you cross the dateline (a concept which rather does my head in), you actually do a 9.5 hour flight and arrive 31 hours later at about six on the evening of the 6th.
Where does it go? Is there a credit to be had somewhere? What actually happens during these missing hours? Where are they? On the face of it, if you continued going round the world in a westerly direction, and kept circulating in that direction, your life would get shorter and shorter and it seems that the only way to regain the time is to fly int eh other direction.
I’ve resolved not to even attempt to reset my computer, until I get home and find out exactly what the time and date is, anyway, I took a few pictures to try to capture the end of November 5th and the very abrupt beginning of November 6th.

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5th Nov 2005
The point at which we lost a day
Careless really. One minute it was there and the next ... gone
 



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