My neighbors are in their Eighties and came to the USA from the UK in the late-1940s. It took them a “couple of weeks” to get here by ship. Today I completed the journey door-to-door in 15 hours – and that was with delays.
It still amazes me how small the world has become through air travel. For me travelling 6000 miles in a day was simple compared to how it must have been just 50 years ago. This is a quick summary of how I did it:
I arrived to the airport…. had a tasty breakfast… boarded a plane…read the paper…read my book (Murakami’s 1Q84)… watched an appalling movie called Contagion (deadly-virus-threatens-to-wipe-out-man-story-yawn)…watched a funny movie called Hangover Part 2 (just like Hangover Part 1 really, equally as funny)…watched an entertaining movie called Crazy, Stupid, Love (Hmm, very American Beauty)…Looked at the amazing ice formations over Greenland and Northern Canada out of my window (very Frozen Planet but real-life versions)…watched another movie about Apes taking over the world set in San Francisco…ate some disgusting plane-food, oh, and all whilst being served red wine, beer and tea in my seat.
All in all, I was home in time for tea with my `booty` from England intact:
I hate to think how my neighbors endured the journey – I doubt they have Australian Shiraz on tap either… If I’d taken the Ship option I’d probably just be sailing round the Isle of Wight by now… 🙂