Good morning sir, madam. Welcome to the blog.
My name is Gart Molden (according to one particularly inattentive hotel receptionist) and I am pleased to bring you this weeks journal (grin, flash the upper teeth).
Take a seat, here is this weeks email for your perusal (another grin).
I’ll return in a moment to take your drinks order…
Yes, I am in the good ol’ US of A. Land of service with a smile, fast food, Presidential primaries, Atkins Diet-mania and where no-one has ever heard the name ‘Gareth’.
I got here on Monday 8th March, a day that will live long in the memory, just as it was lived long in reality: my very own Groundhog Day.
This was the day when I crossed the temporal oddity that is the International Date Line. Officially it separates East from West, the start of one day from the start of another.
My name is Gart Molden (according to one particularly inattentive hotel receptionist) and I am pleased to bring you this weeks journal (grin, flash the upper teeth).
Take a seat, here is this weeks email for your perusal (another grin).
I’ll return in a moment to take your drinks order…
Yes, I am in the good ol’ US of A. Land of service with a smile, fast food, Presidential primaries, Atkins Diet-mania and where no-one has ever heard the name ‘Gareth’.
I got here on Monday 8th March, a day that will live long in the memory, just as it was lived long in reality: my very own Groundhog Day.
This was the day when I crossed the temporal oddity that is the International Date Line. Officially it separates East from West, the start of one day from the start of another.
I awoke on Monday 8th March in Auckland. I spent the day wandering around and saying my mental goodbyes to a country that had welcomed me and which I had fallen in love with over five fantastic weeks. My flight from Auckland to Los Angeles left at 10 at night and took 12 hours...
The mind-bending thing is that as Auckland is 21 hours ahead of the US West Coast, the flight landed in LA at lunchtime on the 8th March. In one sense, I arrived a full nine hours before I took off...! In total, Monday 8th March 2004 lasted a grand total of 45 hours for me. Who needs Doctor Who?!
The mind-bending thing is that as Auckland is 21 hours ahead of the US West Coast, the flight landed in LA at lunchtime on the 8th March. In one sense, I arrived a full nine hours before I took off...! In total, Monday 8th March 2004 lasted a grand total of 45 hours for me. Who needs Doctor Who?!
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