It was a simple overnight flight to London. I watched movies, read my book, and talked with my friend as the eight-hour trip flew by. What I didn’t do was get much sleep, and the seven-hour time difference hit me like a ton of bricks upon arrival.
When my friend and I rolled into the hotel lobby at 10 a.m. London time, I could barely function from lack of sleep. It was, after all, the middle of the night at home.
When we learned our room wasn’t ready, we went for a walk, passing Hyde Park along the way. Perhaps you can guess what happened next. We sat down on the grass in Hyde Park for a “few minutes rest”—and yes, we woke a few hours later after falling asleep on the lawn.
