At around 9.30pm Wed night we hopped on a big 747 to LA and a flight attendant immediately started plying us with champagne. 2 hours and a bottle of wine later we both passed out drunk. Not sure what was in the drinks but when awoke we had gone back in time.

The weird thing about flying to LA is crossing the international date line. We left Auckland at 9.30pm Wed night and arrived LA at 3.30pm Wed afternoon (6 hours earlier). As I’m typing this it is still earlier than when I flew out later today. if that makes any sense, it is certainly doing my head in.

Here is a photo from the plane coming into LA