As a Canadian living in Australia long distance travel has become a part of my life. The prevailing attitude in North American is that 7 hours is an incredibly long flight, and I must say that until I moved to Sydney I felt the same way. That was, until I made the trek back to my parents house on the East Coast of Canada, and racked up a 22 hours in the air – one way.
This sort of long distant travel is a whole new can of worms, and such, it required quite a bit of planning and preparation to ensure that I arrived as coherent and functional as possible. My arsenal of tricks was packed with herbal teas, moisture masques, guided meditations, enough H20 to drown a small bird – and of course, yoga.
