Last year I took a trip that really played games with my sense of time and everything else - I think I ended up establishing that I had visited four time zones, flown 70 hours (and 23K miles) and experienced three different climates (freezing cold, springlike, very hot) all in two weeks. If I counted layovers, I think the number would have jumped to six time zones - and who knows how many actual changes as I reversed the trip and changed them all back again.
I think the net effect was that I was so confused that I didn’t even know what time my body thought it was supposed to be, and ended up with minimal jetlag. In fact, I landed in NYC on Wednesday morning at 8:30 and was at work by 11.
I sympathize but hundreds of thousands of Sailors have made WestPac trips from the West Coast of the US ports to the Persian Gulf changing time zones an hour a day. That would be 11 time zones. Eleven straight 23 hour days for guys already on short sleep. This will really mess you up.
On Friday, I went from Central Standard Time to Pacific Standard Time.
This morning, switched to Pacific Daylight Time.
On the 13th, I’m going to Eastern Daylight Time.
On the 16th, I’ll have a layover in Central European Daylight Time.
On the 17th, I’ll eventually end up in my final destination in Eastern European Daylight Time.
yaaaaay.
(I don’t like flying all that much. I get restless and fidgety.)
Heading west, we lost an Hour a day and heading east we gained back an hour a day. But we headed East Slower with stops in Singapore & Thailand.
At least that is how I remember it, but now that I think about it I do have it back wards don’t I. :smack:
It was almost 20 years ago and I mentioned we all went a little crazy. We were at sea for 100+ days at one stretch.
Thanks Malacandra, I definitely have a bad memory lodged into my brain. Kind of scary.