Pacific Ocean

They think they could get away with it, but I have 10 fingers which I can cleverly reuse to count all 24 hours of the day. What happened here is a huge scam, and I don’t know why I’m the only one complaining…

I was checking the tickets for our flights and did the maths over and over again. There’s a day missing here!!!

Let me break it down: We’re leaving Rio at 3 PM on Thursday, arriving in Santiago at 9 PM on Thursday. All cool so far (5-hour flight), right? Then, we leave Santiago at 11:45 PM same day, but when we touch down in Auckland at 8 AM, it’s suddenly Saturday.

Saturday? What happened to Friday?

I can assure you the flight to Auckland is not 34 hours long, and despite any attempts to factor in the time zones, the International Date Line, blah blah... the fact is that Friday is lost forever.

I wasn’t prepared for that. Usually, I have lots of fun on Fridays. In the UK, I’d go to the pub after work. Back in university, it was a good night out, and before that, in Greece, it was the last day of school for the week.

Dude, where is my Friday, and most importantly, what’s going to happen to my Friday breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Where did we stay, which country were we in, and what did we do on that day? We’ll never know.

If we lost a day, should I change the title of this website to “119 days around the world”?

Will I look a day younger as we cross that line in the Pacific Ocean?

Can I get back my Friday and give up a Monday instead? (I never liked Mondays...)

So many questions…

Well, guys, on this Friday, think about us. Most likely, we’ll have turned into energy that got sucked into a black hole and spat out on the other side of the world straight into Saturday.

For those lucky ones who can still enjoy a Friday night… have a nice one.