The flight in a westerly direction crosses the international date line, which can be a little disconcerting for some as in the process a day just quietly dissolves. In our case our departure on Wednesday the 7th will end on Friday the 9th after a mere fifteen hours of flight.
Our day admittedly had already been jam packed with colour and travel and that sinking feeling that good times must end, (for a short while at least), when Al dropped us at the airport with half a dozen hours to kill. One of us expected that we may well spend it quietly ruminating over the memories of our week, or our month or perhaps our six months of adventuring, on which the curtain was now slowly lowering.
The curtain lowered much more quickly for the other apparently, as for her, barely minutes into that conversation the past six months had already become little more than a dream.
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It has been a pleasure and a delight. Thanks!
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