Hearing a recent discussion concerning the world’s longest flights made me remember my first true long-haul flight to Sydney, Australia. About six hours into the 15-hour flight, I was feeling strong and confident. I clearly remember thinking, “Six hours down, nine to go. No sweat, I got this.”
Four long, boring hours later, it was a different story; you could have poured me into a bucket. “Five hours to go? I don’t get this.”
However, not all long-haul flights have to be miserable; on one direct flight from Tokyo to New York City, I was nearing the end of a book I was enjoying immensely, and remember distinctly thinking, “No, no, just a little more time!” when the pilot told us over the in-flight PA that we had started our final descent.