At the time I started to write this, it’s around 9:00 AM Hannibal, Missouri time, Tuesday, August 24, 2010. That means it’s around 3:00 PM London England time. Now I’ve heard all about jet lag but, for this traveler, it’s one of the first things that became apparent to me when I arrived at Heathrow Airport. This is where jet lag comes into play. We woke up on Monday, August 23 in Hannibal, Missouri, at approximately 5:00AM, and sprang into action, doing our prayer, Bible reading and then breakfast. This left some time to get ready to be picked up by our dear friends and driven all the way to O’Hare airport in Chicago.
In no time at all, we were checking in our bags and taking off. We were flying on an Aerlingus Airbus. The flight was fine. They had clever little LCD video monitors in front of each seat and the flight attendants were most helpful. The trip was going well, except it would last about ten hours into the future at 570 miles per hour. That means in London it was 10 o’clock in the morning, in our bodies it was 3 o’clock in the morning, with virtually no sleep for 22 hours.
Jet lag doesn’t seem to improve without rest, a good shower and a well balanced meal, so strange things can occur to the mind while suffering from sleep deprivation. I began to remember that I was still on planet Earth and God was still in charge. All in all, the Brits have been so kind and helpful. The bus driver, who took us to our hotel, gave a thrill, weaving in and around the traffic lanes, driving on the other side of the road. He was most kind and genuinely wanted to help us. The adventure was only beginning. The magic of Harlaxton was yet to be discovered. After we had a good meal and a nights rest, we were ready to start our first experience at world travel.