There’s nothing weirder than leaping forward and back in time on long-haul flights, gaining and losing the handfuls of hours otherwise taken for granted. If it were possible always to travel from east to west I think I’d be even happier than I am staying put. But the dread of a red eye home to London, however, begins to weigh on me even before I leave on the first leg. So when it comes to the time loss type of jet lag, I’ve found there to be two possible antidotes to related suffering...
