Head in the Cloud: Part 2
There's a scene in the film Lost in Translation that always strikes a chord. Bill Murray wakes up in a strange, sterile hotel room in the middle of the night not knowing what the time is, where in the world he is, who he is and why. I know that bewildering jet lag feeling of total disorientation all too well, as do all who crisscross the world for a living. It's about 4am as I write this, and I've been awake for an hour. I have by now worked out where we are – Vancouver. Yesterday we flew in from London; an 8-hour time shift is plenty enough to befuddle my senses. A couple of beers and a pizza overlooking the harbour sent the euphoria soaring at the reality of being back in Canada, but not enough to keep us up much past 7pm.
Please enter your username and password to log in.