Friday, August 22, 2014
The Day That Never Ended and the Double Day
This is real old news to anyone who has flown on a jet from North America to Japan and back, but I had never done so and it was new and strange to me.
On the flight from SFO to Narita, the day never ended. We left Friday and arrived Saturday but on the plane the sun never went down; it didn't get dark. Kinda weird.
On the way back, we flew from Narita at about 8 in the evening on a Sunday so we had plenty of time to kill in Tokyo before the flight. The plane flight had a very quick period of darkness, maybe about 4 or 5 hours and then it was still Sunday as we arrived at SFO in the morning, waited all afternoon for our flight from San Francisco to Denver and got home Sunday night. Still weird.
The best thing was the wailing and gnashing of teeth on the local SF news channel for hours after the Broncos had destroyed the Niners 34-zip (or close to that). It was the opening game for their new stadium and apparently they wished the game had been better. Music to my ears. Go ponies.
On the flight from SFO to Narita, the day never ended. We left Friday and arrived Saturday but on the plane the sun never went down; it didn't get dark. Kinda weird.
On the way back, we flew from Narita at about 8 in the evening on a Sunday so we had plenty of time to kill in Tokyo before the flight. The plane flight had a very quick period of darkness, maybe about 4 or 5 hours and then it was still Sunday as we arrived at SFO in the morning, waited all afternoon for our flight from San Francisco to Denver and got home Sunday night. Still weird.
The best thing was the wailing and gnashing of teeth on the local SF news channel for hours after the Broncos had destroyed the Niners 34-zip (or close to that). It was the opening game for their new stadium and apparently they wished the game had been better. Music to my ears. Go ponies.
Labels: Personal History; Travel To Asia
# posted by Roger Fraley @ 4:52 AM 
