Most of my longest flights I did as a seaman going on board or coming back home.
My somewhat painful record was Ezeiza (Buenos Aires) to Inchon. From the first take off to the last landing, 39 hours and 40 minutes, via Los Angeles with just two hours, IIRC, in Tokio, waiting my last connecting flight. Seeing the Kurils and the Aleuthians from so high was an strange experience given the unavoidable doze at that stage of the voyage. It took some time to recognize the orthodromy concept at work.
After quitting vessels, I soon learnt to become usefully obsessive with where each of my belongings is (in pockets, in the carry on or in my laptop nowadays). Frenzy search of something that I have "lost" (usually misplaced) doesn't add to peace of mind. I never change their distribution so I feel sure where to look for each item at any moment. Maniac you say? no, simply practical.
Carrying one or two books of different subjects was my solution to use my free time. I hardly could sleep unless feeling exhausted. In one trip to Europe, I spent some three useful hours writing code in the middle of the night when everybody else was sleeping.
Safety precautions? I accept them simply because I have no chance of doing something else. Just questioning them is useless, no matter what. Better you also accept that there is lot of people that enjoy excercising power on people, even if claiming they do it in the name of whatever.
Comfortable cloths and footwear is a must. Thinking of the nice things waiting for me ahead, helped me a lot like wife and children (it also worked when in the middle of horrible bad weather at sea). Oh sí.
My somewhat painful record was Ezeiza (Buenos Aires) to Inchon. From the first take off to the last landing, 39 hours and 40 minutes, via Los Angeles with just two hours, IIRC, in Tokio, waiting my last connecting flight. Seeing the Kurils and the Aleuthians from so high was an strange experience given the unavoidable doze at that stage of the voyage. It took some time to recognize the orthodromy concept at work.
After quitting vessels, I soon learnt to become usefully obsessive with where each of my belongings is (in pockets, in the carry on or in my laptop nowadays). Frenzy search of something that I have "lost" (usually misplaced) doesn't add to peace of mind. I never change their distribution so I feel sure where to look for each item at any moment. Maniac you say? no, simply practical.
Carrying one or two books of different subjects was my solution to use my free time. I hardly could sleep unless feeling exhausted. In one trip to Europe, I spent some three useful hours writing code in the middle of the night when everybody else was sleeping.
Safety precautions? I accept them simply because I have no chance of doing something else. Just questioning them is useless, no matter what. Better you also accept that there is lot of people that enjoy excercising power on people, even if claiming they do it in the name of whatever.
Comfortable cloths and footwear is a must. Thinking of the nice things waiting for me ahead, helped me a lot like wife and children (it also worked when in the middle of horrible bad weather at sea). Oh sí.