Today I want to write on a topic of being jet lagged. It isn’t a very interesting topic. I guess jet lag occurs when someone flies for more than five hours in a plane.
I come from a south asian country. When I visited Canada some two years ago. I flew from Kathmandu reaching Delhi around eight in the night. There was a long 7 hour transit. Though the airport was new and comfortable, it was still an airport. One can’t sleep on a chair. Well, I was wrong, I saw some could. So I was wide awake until I boarded the flight which was about 5-6 hours to Germany with a couple of hours transit before finally departing for Toronto. I had lost count of the time now. I was losing time as I flew westwards. I was about twelve hours behind. I remember having reached the city and being picked up by my daughter. I was seriously jet lagged for three days as I got up at odd hours of the day or kept sleeping continuously.
Recently, I was due to fly to Scotland. I thought it wouldn’t be so bad as far as being jet lagged was concerned as it was almost half the distance I would have to cover compared to that of Canada. I was recommended to fly at night so it was almost midnight when my flight took off to Doha which was about five hours away. I didn’t sleep a wink. I watched a movie instead. Dinner was served at 2 a.m. my time. Then I tried to sleep. I must have dozed off briefly. We landed on time. The airport was brightly lit and decided to move my legs. After a four hour transit, we headed for London. Food was served in the next hour or so. I was losing time, think it was three hours. I think I had about two breakfasts and two lunches or dinners within a span of six hours. I stopped trying to think whether it was lunch or dinner or breakfast. An omelette would signal breakfast. I didn’t change my watch. Now my eyes and my body was sore. I got up to head for the toilet. There was already a small queue there.
On reaching Heathrow Airport, I walked towards the terminal to board my connecting flight to Glasgow. Having flown so many hours, this hour and a half flight didn’t bother me at all. When I reached my destination, I took a taxi to the hotel. After a quick shower and dinner I went to bed. I was lethargic. My body ached for a bed. It was in the middle of the night when I heard a buzzing sound, like that of a fire alarm. I wanted it to stop but it went on and on. After about five minutes I got up threw over a jacket and headed down to the reception area where guests were standing in their perfect attire while there I was in my pyjamas topped with a leather jacket. I didn’t care, I was groggy. It was a false alarm and we all got back to our rooms.