Well it's now only a matter of days until the Bear and I board a big old jet airliner which will take us to another hemisphere, another season, another time zone. This seriously does my head in. The United States are in my yesterday and I am in their tomorrow. The Bear tells me it is easy to convert the times from US to Australia - just add six hours and take off one day. Unfortunately this has me land somewhere in a year B.C (which I still think is BS!) and I am firmly convinced that I am going to be lost in some "time warp" or travel in a " hot tub time machine" ending up somewhere dressed in pig tails and bobby dazzler socks (not that I mind because they were seriously cool!).
I have wondered what sort of plan of attack the Bear and I can adopt to ward off boredom during the lengthy plane flight. I have never travelled this far before by plane and quite frankly I find the prospect a little daunting. The Bear has done this many times before - where as my experience in travelling that long to get anywhere was being squished up in the back of a Holden Premier which burned rubber up and down the Bruce Highway between Cairns, Townsville and Brisbane. We were couped up in a space that did not have the room to swing a mouse, let alone a cat, yet my siblings and I managed to go the distance without iPod, iPhone, laptop or tablet. We sat four kids across (including my baby brother in his car seat) which was cramped, hot and sticky. The closest we ever came to having air-con was when the front windscreen was smashed. We were absolute champions in coming up with ideas with the letters on other cars number plates. My personal favourite was when my step-sister Sharon was being creative with a number plate that ended in NMB. I have never laughed so hard for a good 400 kilometres before. Should I tell you what she came up with? Nah I guess you had to be there.
Back to my flight. I guess I won't have the opportunity to be bored given the extremely ample television viewing that is supplied. However more important is my own plan of attack in case it is needed. A back up plan if you will. I fully intend on eating my way across the International Date Line! Airline food is pretty crappy on domestic flights however the Bear tells me this is entirely different on an international flight. He has told me we even get a menu. A menu a mile high up? What the? HOW COOL IS THAT?! I will be taking photos of the food AND things like the menu therefore keeping myself occupied. I will be eating strictly with the intent of being proactive in my own endeavour to ward off boredom. It will have nothing to do with the fact that I am a pig. *rolls eyes*
Speaking of photos, I won't be able to take photos of anything out the window....because all there will be, is lots and lots of water. Lots of ocean. Lots of water carrying sharks. Killer sharks. Water carrying sharks, and whales, and sting rays and probably some giant squid. Hmmmm....now that would be a long way to swim.....in a place where there is a LOT of sharp teeth......if anything goes a little awry......
Stay tuned people as the Bear and I cross the entire United States of America. Lord knows absolutely anything and everything will happen. If it doesn't happen, I will just make it up! You will be kept informed!
