And why is a coyote baying?
Oh, that’s right, at the time we were in Canada, and the ice hockey channel was running in the background while I was trying to work.
It brought to mind, then, the interesting concept of movement through time zones, and how it was possible to live the same day for nearly two days, which is as close as I was going to get the ‘Groundhog Day’.
It’s not something that I’ve considered when writing stories because usually we are grounded in one particular time zone, or if we’re travelling, we just go from one chapter to the next, each a different location, and the reader is no wiser.
Except the editor is and pulls me up when it appears I think it’s during the day, when in reality it’s really 3am.
But, just to illustrate my point, the following is what I wrote two Christmases ago, and boy was it confusing at times.
Alright, we’ve arrived in Lake Louise from Kamloops, and there’s been a time change. Being from Australia, we lost or gained so many hours I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.
Yes, I left on the 26th of December, travelled around half the planet, and it’s still the 26th, after a stopover in Shanghai where it was the 27th.
Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?
On another day in Canada, it was the 30th. The day before, back home, it was my wife’s birthday in Australia and we got a number of calls on the 29th, which was amusing, to say the least.
Now, we’ve gone from Kamloops to Lake Louise, and apparently now that we are in Alberta, it’s an hour later.
The rental car we’re driving didn’t get it, and we’re still an hour behind.
My phone didn’t get it, but it is understandable because I didn’t connect it to the Canadian network to give us an internet connection because it was going to cost money.
It did on my wife’s phone which is connected to the network and it’s the only device we have that tells the correct time.
And why do we really need to know what time it is?
So we make the plane the day after tomorrow, from Calgary to Toronto.
I never realized that time was so important, and I wonder how people who travel the world remain sane with all the changes to the time zones.
Just how do road warriors get on?