In planning, it sounds amazing. I board a flight close to midnight, fall asleep like any other night, and wake up on another part of the globe. Teleportation. Perfect.
Only… things don’t always work that way, do they?
Instead, sometimes you can’t sleep in the plane and by 3pm the next day you’re wandering a foreign city like a zombie, or falling asleep in meetings, in cabs, on subway trains.
Life lesson reminder : If something seems too good to be true… it probably is.
But I’ll keep taking those chances.
And I’ll keep taking those redeyes.