Hour three #2: next connecting plane was on other side of planet. I cut off many elderly and small children in my quest to reach the plane on time. Were my last flight delayed by even minutes, I would not have succeeded. It was a gamble that paid off in my favor. I depart in another 10 minutes. This is the longest leg of the flight. Almost five hours if I recall correctly, which I'm sure I do. When I arrive the relativistic speed will make it seem to me like five hours have passed, but only three to the common mortal at my destination because of this 'savings of daylight' crap and 'zones of time' malarkey. Who ever heard of the daylight needing saving anyways? We have a -blam!-ing sun. The sun is fine, morons! It's bright as dicks! This plane has tvs in it. In the chairs in front of you. But I won't partake. I know it to be a trap, with their cleverly disguised credit card reader masquerading as a credit card storage container. Wish me luck, friends. I shall return I'm around five-star hours, as I have a two hour layover there.