My only memory of March 11th 2011 is John Travolta telling me that we are in good hands with Quantas.
The start of a really odd dream.
Let me explain…
On Thursday March 10th, Lucy and I departed at 11:55PM from Los Angeles, heading to Australia.
Fourteen hours later, at 9:30 AM on Saturday March 12th, we landed in Sydney.
At some point, while sleeping abnormally well on the Qantas flight, we passed the International Date Line, and it was new day.
Just as we were taking off, John Travolta, who is a Qantas pilot, appeared on our TV screens sharing that even though he’s not our pilot, we are safe travelling with Quantas airlines. Thanks Zuko.
While writing that last paragraph, I had two thoughts.
(1) How is there not a “u” in Qantas?
(2) It would have been really strange if Travolta was our actual pilot.
Back to the subject at hand, it is a very peculiar feeling, missing almost an entire day.
It is an even stranger feeling having your only memory of that day being John Travolta in a pilot’s uniform.
More to come tomorrow about our getaway to Australia!