PUBLICATION: COSMOPOLITAN

It’s 4am and I’m in the tiny toilet of a Boeing 777. I’m 24 hours into a 31-hour, four-leg flight to New Zealand, and can barely think straight; my vision blurred by tiredness and hunger. How can I possibly eat when my stomach’s churning and my single-minded concentration is all that’s keeping this glorified tin can aloft?

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