There are millions of dollars left on the table by the pharmaceutical industry each day they don’t find a cure for jet lag. As I mentioned last week, time heals all wounds, it’s just that sometimes time can take up so much time.
Our flight was relatively easy, our arrival had a few hiccups such as—we left a suitcase at the airport—our first jet lag related casualty. But in all fairness we did feel like we were on the moon, or in the twilight zone or on the other side of the planet (!). Every now and again I would fall asleep for about 4 seconds mid sentence with my eyes open.
We called this phenomenon the black holes.
The black holes worked like this:
Michael would say,’What did you want?’
I would not respond.
‘What did you want?’ Michael would ask again.
‘Did I want something?’ I would say.
‘Didn’t you just ask me for something?’
‘I don’t know, did I?’
These types of episodes went on for days.
The only one not affected by the black holes of jet lag was G, of course, who found his rhythm the moment we arrived and was never grumpy or ill tempered because I’m pretty sure he’s a cyborg.
Then Friday happened, what I like to call our banner day. We slept well, ate good food on a normal schedule, exercised and spent a full day outside. We walked to the harbor and took a ferry over to the Taronga Zoo situated just across the water. They have a sky lift there that takes you from the ferry up to the zoo nestled into a lush, green hillside. The view from here is the Sydney skyline and the crystal clear water that surrounds it.
It was here, inside this ski lift pod, our circadian rhythms suddenly locked step with the time and place our bodies already inhabited. Michael laughed out, ‘This is amazing! Where are we? Jurassic Park?’
‘We’re in Australia,’ I marveled, ‘I just couldn’t see it through all those black holes!’
Then we met Darwin.
And while the black holes have lessened in frequency and intensity they are still with us, so we’ll have more about Australia soon!