“There was a young lady named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She left home one day
In a relative way,
And returned the previous night.” . . . UNKNOWN
That’s what it felt like this morning…we were in Tonga yesterday, Thursday, November 19th. I woke up this morning… it was still November 19th. That’s what happens when you cross the International Dateline…we get Thursday all over again. We went from being way ahead in the future as experienced in the rest of the civilized world, to being way behind the entire rest of the world, later the same day.
Without being overly critical of our fellow passengers, let me just observe that this concept is beyond the understanding of a whole bunch of them. Enough said! - RBM
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