Oh hey from Whistler, Canada!!
I’m still alive and cracking – almost. This bout of ‘jetlag’ really had me.
Flying always hits you hard, this time I took a few essentials with me to keep me hydrated, and moisturised etc…. BUUUUUT It kind of didn’t work. Maybe because I didn’t use a few of them, maybe because about 60% of the flight had a cold, or maybe because was slowly sneaking tears for about 1/4 of the first leg out of Aus.
Saying goodbye to 5 of the closest souls I could call ‘loved ones’ was hard for us all this time around even if they deny being blubbering messes too!
Don’t get me wrong- these tears were partly of joy, partly grateful but deeply heartfelt and born from fear due to taking myself away from something I can finally describe as a ‘comfort Zone’. I hadn’t had one properly, not for years. (Apart from home; which I moved out of at 18.)
Tears behind me, I struck up conversations with the few English-speaking passengers around me and we quickly connected to assist keeping one another awake for the upcoming layover (4 hours in the middle of the night… was tougher than I had remembered in the past).
But then: four plane seats to myself at the back of the plane, 1 eye mask, 3 blankets to keep off the cold aircon, and 2 earplugs… yes!! snooze time. Followed by yet another conversation with a fellow solo traveller to assist with immigration, lifting my backpack (not really needed as I culled it down to 16kg – which I am already regretting as walking with it sucks!) and to say goodbye to with possible crossover meetings.
Arriving kept me on my toes, even though I had a friend meet me at the airport and get me to where we were meant to stay – the conversation also kept the brain-fog away. But the pre-booked (weeks in advance)
But the pre-booked (weeks in advance) AirBnB host didn’t show, or answer any communication at the time of check in – which may have set us back a few hours with finding a new place on a whim and walking across Vancouver City at about 1030pm – in twilight luckily. A late dinner later, and I was finally in a comfy warm bed at the Beatty St YWCA with lights out and silence… DID MY BODY WANT TO SLEEP – HELL NO! ha! My first meeting with the dreaded ‘jet-lag’.
It’s taken me a good 5 days, as I am not sleeping in a set spot at my current accommodation and there is just so much to do with seemingly never-ending light! I bet as I finally get on Canada time, I’ll be off to Iceland to change it up again.
What I’ve learnt most about being so exhausted is how my body manages, it is not as strong as it was, nor does it rebound as it used to. I spent one of my mornings with headspins, vomiting and spaced out a bit. Changes in food, altitude, daylight/darkness and emotions all have a huge impact on my functioning more than ever before.
That’s the boring part done and dusted – check out my next post for the amazing things I have begun to experience here in Whistler.