Needless to say, we didn't succeed in getting any sleep that night, despite our best efforts. The few occasions I did feel myself start to drift off into slumber, I was either bought back to the real world by a lady a couple of seats behind coughing, or when the plane went through a spell of turbulence. I was also freezing cold, but strangely T was roasting hot, and we were sat next to each other.
Thanks to this pleasant surprise we were able to have a shower, which really helped our dazed state...well, for about an hour!
We made it to 9pm, and then we couldn't fight it any longer and it was time for bed.
We awoke on Saturday morning, light pouring in through the curtains. Half asleep, I reached out a hand and looked at my phone. I sat straight upright, my head spinning from the movement.
It was 12.15pm!!
I was mortified!
I ran to the bathroom still virtually asleep, and forced myself to wake up in the shower, even resorting to switching the warm water to cold to kick start my dozing body.
Slightly more awake I rang to apologize. Luckily, we were able to re-arrange to see them in the mid-afternoon and had a lovely time catching up after not seeing each other for a couple of years.
That night, we set our alarm; but then reverted back to Montreal time and were still wide awake at 3am. So when our alarm went at 9am it was a real struggle to get out of bed and not drift back to the inviting sleep.
Some days we literally went from meeting one person straight to another. It was lovely, but hectic, and hard keeping an eye on the clock all the time so as not to be - too - late for the next catch up. Unfortunately time passed by too quickly and we missed seeing a handful of people who we had hoped to.