We’re at London Heathrow Airport after 10 hour red eye…Wow! Time zone difference from Phoenix to Mumbai is outrageous!!!…



Four years ago in 2016, we spent three months in New Plymouth, New Zealand living on an alpaca farm. In the early evening a group of the babies got together to play, running through the paddock, making us laugh over their playful antics. For more photos, please click here.

If shopping is your thing, Heathrow Airport would be heavenly for the shopping/spending enthusiast. Fortunately, that’s not us. We breezed by the designer shops without giving any a thought of looking around even if it may help us kill a portion of the eight-hour layover in between flights.


Now, while sitting in a restaurant called Wetherspoon, we’re reminded of modern technology. No servers attend to our table other than to deliver food and drinks. Instead, we place our food and beverage orders on an app on our phones which required a download and registration, placing our orders in the online cart and paying using a credit card or other payment app.

There were no special orders features to specify I didn’t want croutons on my salad and the dressing on the side. Instead, I flagged down a server, instructing her to our order specifications. Tom ordered eggs Benedict without the sauce and yet both of our orders arrived 10 minutes later without our specifications.


We set both orders back to be redone. Once we leave here, I’ll remove the app. I doubt we’ll attend a restaurant such as this while we’re in England in a little over three months.


Perhaps, we’re foolish and old fashioned to prefer a live server, taking our orders when in what appears to be a mid-range establishment. If it were a fast food spot, we’d get it. But this is the first time we’ve encountered this scenario in all of our years of world travel.


I suppose this will be the wave of the future. No humans, only machines. However, on the British Airways flight from Phoenix, Arizona to Heathrow we experienced exceptional service. 


The plane wasn’t full and I wandered about looking for three empty seats in a row for the possibility of laying down to get some sleep during the 10-hour overnight flight.


A kindly male flight attendant said, “No worries. I’ll arrange this for you.”


Moments later, he found me and escorted to to an empty row of three seats. He’d swapped out my existing aisle seat for a man sitting in a middle seat, enabling me to have an entire row to myself. Tom was left several rows behind me as opposed to us being across the aisle from me.


The three seats didn’t allow for comfortable sleeping with the seat belts jabbing in my side and back, but after grabbing some of the plane’s little pillows to cover them, I was able to get comfortable enough to sleep for about three hours. 


Tom said he’d slept a total of 40 minutes, not enough to allay the nagging discomforts of lack of sleep more prevalent at this age, than ever before in our lives. He’s exhausted and I’m not far behind him. The three hours of fitful sleep left me weary, especially now a I am nodding off from time to time.


We’d accidentally left our converters to be used with our adapters in the checked bags and now, when the battery dies on my laptop, I’ll be out of luck. The clock is ticking down as I type fast and furiously. 


Had I known how well Tom’s old laptop would work once I reformatted it, I’d have ordered a new battery. Too late now. His new Chromebook should last all day, as he sits there busying himself to divert his attention from being so tired.


But, this is temporary. In another four hours or so, we’ll be boarding the final leg of this long journey and be able to rest a little better than sitting on a hard chair in restaurant. 


In another 15 hours, we’ll arrive in Mumbai and surely the excitement of being in this crazy busy city will get our adrenaline flowing. Upon arrival, we will
immediately attempt to adapt to the time zone by eating and sleeping at times consistent with our location. We’ve found doing so helps us to avoid jet lag.

See this:
“Phoenix is behind Mumbai by 12 hours 30 minutes”

This is half-way around the world. This will be the biggest time zone difference we’ll have experienced in over seven years. We’ll keep you updated as to how this goes.



As my battery dwindles, I need to wrap this up. Hopefully, we have time to check for typos. It’s highly likely we’ll miss a few in our sorry states of being.


We’ll be back in 24 hours of so with more, at which point we’ll be settled in our hotel and have had a bit of rest.


Take care, dear readers.

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Photo from one year ago today, January 30, 2019:

The littlest one followed close to the adults as they were on their way out of the Crocodile River next to Marloth Park. For more, please click here.

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