Friday, April 6, 2007
Ah, the joys of traveling over the International Date Line. We woke up this morning in Shanghai and went to the airport, using a bus for part of the journey, and a 431 kph maglev train for the rest. Then after a healthy wait, we got on a plane to Beijing, which was late, meaning we had to run to make our 12-hour flight to San Francisco. That is where we are now, waiting for our flight to Phoenix, where we will catch a catapult plane to Tucson.
Jet lag is a hoot. I feel half whacked out, yet I am sitting here editing copy for next week's issue. So if next week's paper doesn't make very much sense, now you know why.
Coming later: Pics from the trip, and maybe a story in the dead-tree version. Or maybe not.
Are we there yet?