Time Travel

Saturday the 19th January was no ordinary day for Joe & I. Early in the morning we left a hostel in Christchurch, not missing breakfast of course. We returned our rental car and headed to the airport. A short flight to Auckland, where I fought with airport security due to them seizing our fuel bottle for our pressure stove. We indulged in second breakfast and by noon we were blowing the last of our New Zealand dollars on earrings (okay I was). We then boarded another plane for Santiago Chile. I was all lined up for some grub a beer and a nights sleep on the plane but something rather strange happened.

They served us dinner. Nothing wrong there. There was talk of the clocks changing and I adjusted my watch. After dinner we got coffee. With the adjusted time it was coming up to 1am. Quantas served us ice cream. Ice cream. 1am. A beer to clear the palate. Another film. Think I might have snoozed a bit but nothing substantial. After a bit of turbulence we arrived in Santiago, Chile, and then they made the announcement. ¨Ladies & Gentlemen, welcome to Chile. The time is now 9am on Saturday 19th January¨. Strange, I thought. How did we do that? As we waited for our luggage I begin to doubt we had moved at all. Different place, same day? Breakfast I suppose. Time for a cafe con leche.

Saturday the 19th of January was no ordinary day for Joe & I. Early in the morning we ARRIVED at a hostel in Santiago, not missing breakfast of course.