For those of you who have flown over the Pacific, this post will be old news.
But holy moly, flying over the Pacific is the most confusing experience ever. You fly over the international date line, and depending on the direction of travel, you either loose or gain at least 13 hours, depending on where you are going.
Here was our schedule for the day we left Tokyo to fly to Vancouver:
2pm: 3 hour flight to Xiamen, China (we had really cheap flights). Dinner is served.
9pm: 12 hour flight to Vancouver. Dinner is served 2 hours into the flight. Dinner is served again 10 hours into the flight.
6pm (but really, in your head, it is 9am the next day): Arrive in Vancouver. Go out for dinner with friend.
I had dinner FOUR times that day. That is both disgusting and awesome at the same time.