Travel Memories, Known & Unknown

Imagine, if you will, boarding a series of flights at pretty much midnight in one time zone, to make connections in two different cities and end up landing halfway around the world, quite literally, about 36 hours later. Especially during covid, with all the uncertainties that implies. (For the record: I’m too lazy to capitalize that disease correctly. I also don’t want to give it any more of my time or energy than it’s already taken, nor do I feel it deserves the respect of me spelling it entirely properly. So there.)

So anyway, one gets confused, and apparently one’s phone also gets confused! The phone believes the above photograph was taken before some of the ones below, which I know to be untrue because, well, it’s the only photo for which I have 100% certainty about what it shows: Mt. Diablo during a beautiful sunset on the evening of July 4th this year. Meaning it was taken as the last airplane I boarded that day was approaching the runway at SFO.

So with these three, I’m about 80% confident they all show the shores of Lake Michigan and the general sprawl of Chicago Metro, most likely as we made our approach to O’Hare earlier that same  4th of July.  If you click the individual shots, you’ll see the phone’s time-stamp filenames. Which in this case means it looks like they were taken at nearly midnight, while the amount of natural daylight suggests otherwise. Ah, the confusions of time zones and international air travel…

And we finish with these two below, which I’m more than 50% confident were taken somewhere around the general shores-of-the-Black-Sea area, simply because I remember waking up, looking out the window to see a crumpled mountainous landscape, checking the flight-path screen to learn we were somewhere in the region of the Caucasus. That being a part of the world I’ve neither visited on-ground, nor flown over much, I thought “hey, let’s snap a shot or two.” And even though the camera thought it was middle of the day, my body sent me more or less immediately back to sleep and blissful forgetfulness.

3 responses

  1. Ah yes, the joys of international travel. I do have a distant memory of that.

    October 27, 2020 at 05:04

  2. Maria Hosmer-Briggs

    Ahh, I do so love flying! Thanks!

    Cheers! Maria

    Sent from my t.d.s. phone. I apologize if I’ve missed de-correcting any of the ridiculous autocorrects.

    On Tue, Oct 27, 2020, 04:40 (so much world, so little time….) wrote:

    > somuchworldsolittletime posted: “Imagine, if you will, boarding a series > of flights at pretty much midnight in one time zone, to make connections in > two different cities and end up landing halfway around the world, quite > literally, about 36 hours later. Especially during covid, with all ” >

    October 27, 2020 at 08:09

    • Why thank you, Maria & Steve — glad you enjoyed my little bird’s-eye-view tour of half the globe :-).

      October 27, 2020 at 11:26

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