Learning to sleep on a 6+ hour flight is a learned skill. A valuable one.
Living in Hawaii means that it takes at least five hours to get to the mainland and rarely is the first stop your final destination. A word to the wise: hop a red eye from the islands and sleep the evening hours away on the plane. You’ll arrive in the mainland early the next morning and it’s the easiest way to get your body on the correct time zone plus you only waste half a day on airplanes instead of an entire day.
But that sleeping thing. It’s easier said than done for some folks. Bring layers, something to use as a pillow and, if light bothers, an eye-mask (yes that’s an acceptable thing, I promise). Oh, and headphones. But you already had those right?
Recently I hopped a 10:30pm flight to Phoenix in route to Indianapolis and happily slept the entire first flight and all but the last 2 hours of the final leg. The best nap ever? Not exactly, but I did wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on rental cars and a new city. Which brings me to my point.
Who actually lives in Indiana?
I remember hearing the song Flyover States a few years back. It’s catchy but I’m not sure that it made me want to visit Arkansas. I did quite a bit of research before heading out here. I’m an outdoorsy kind of girl and adventure should have been my middle name. I don’t care much for boring so Yelp’s wine bar and family-fun suggestions don’t really do it for me. Fly-boarding. Zip-lining. Trail running. An indo-yoga class. Paddleboarding. You know, stuff that burns calories and makes you break a sweat. (Wait, does zip-lining burn calories?)
There’s potential there. You’ve got to dig a little but it’s there. I’ve got three weeks to convince you that Indiana is a cool place to visit. That you can find adventure even in the most unexpected places.
So what are we waiting for?