A non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint

This must be what time-travel is like. At 5:00 on the morning of Sunday July 23rd, Meg and I boarded a LOT Polish Airlines jet for our return voyage to Canada. We endured 18 1/4 hours in flight plus layovers between flights totalling 7 1/2 hours before we finally arrived in Kingston at 5:30 in the afternoon. That's almost 26 hours travel time, yet we arrived in Kingston on the same day, only 12 1/2 hours after we had left Tbilisi. We had travelled back in time to a quite different space on the opposite side of the world! Talk about your wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

It's now Tuesday morning, two days after we landed at Kingston airport, and at times I'm still not sure where or when I am. For brief moments, I feel like I'm in the magical world of Tbilisi. Then I look around and see that world mystically transform into Canada.