"It's like you're earning a day," Alejandro, the new housemate in Philip's house, said.
Our Hero relaxed, glad to finally find someone who understood when he was going to arrive on the next site. His flight itinerary had stated the date of departure, but not the date of arrival. After several emails in crude translations with a potential new host, Our Hero's arrival date could have been this coming Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Silly details such as time zone differences ["You know that Australia is ahead by fourteen hours, right?"], the direction of the flight ["Are you flying over the Pacific or the Atlantic?"], and the direction the world was turning ["Because you might be flying in the opposite direction the world turns"] confused Our Hero. He couldn't think of time like that.
Yet.
"If you think about it, it's like you're jumping up in the air, letting the world turn below you, and coming back down. So while you leave at 11:00 am on Monday, you'll actually arrive at 10:00 am on Monday."
This made sense. Alejandro clearly knew what he was talking about; after all, he was born and raised in Our Hero's next site.
"And then your body gets messed up. When you leave Adelaide and head to Sydney, you'll be traveling for so many hours. Then you have your 13 hour layover. Then you head off from Sydney and go to the next country... You're traveling for more than a day and a half, and you get little sleep, and you arrive. But it's still the same date and time as you left."
"Kind of like Narnia?" Our Hero asked.
The joke must have not translated very well. Alejandro shrugged and continued to make a sandwich.
"Buenos Aires will be amazing," he said through a mouthful of bread and tomato. "Just make sure you're awake to experience it."
[Marty McFly]
Our Hero relaxed, glad to finally find someone who understood when he was going to arrive on the next site. His flight itinerary had stated the date of departure, but not the date of arrival. After several emails in crude translations with a potential new host, Our Hero's arrival date could have been this coming Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Silly details such as time zone differences ["You know that Australia is ahead by fourteen hours, right?"], the direction of the flight ["Are you flying over the Pacific or the Atlantic?"], and the direction the world was turning ["Because you might be flying in the opposite direction the world turns"] confused Our Hero. He couldn't think of time like that.
Yet.
"If you think about it, it's like you're jumping up in the air, letting the world turn below you, and coming back down. So while you leave at 11:00 am on Monday, you'll actually arrive at 10:00 am on Monday."
This made sense. Alejandro clearly knew what he was talking about; after all, he was born and raised in Our Hero's next site.
"And then your body gets messed up. When you leave Adelaide and head to Sydney, you'll be traveling for so many hours. Then you have your 13 hour layover. Then you head off from Sydney and go to the next country... You're traveling for more than a day and a half, and you get little sleep, and you arrive. But it's still the same date and time as you left."
"Kind of like Narnia?" Our Hero asked.
The joke must have not translated very well. Alejandro shrugged and continued to make a sandwich.
"Buenos Aires will be amazing," he said through a mouthful of bread and tomato. "Just make sure you're awake to experience it."
[Marty McFly]
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