Last night sounds normal when you tell the story to a pilot, but maybe not really understandable for a “normal” person. I was on standby at home from 22pm to 6am in case some flight got open or someone called sick, and went to bed at 9.
When you work for an airline based in Dubai that goes worldwide and flies an aircraft that have an endurance of 17 hours (almost 17000 Km), you can basically be everywhere in the world next day in this case: from Japan and New Zeland easterly to the west cost of the United States in the opposite direction flying over the North Pole. If you look at the globe it only excludes a few islands on the Pacific Ocean, and of course, we don’t fly to the Antartida. That would have sound unreal to my grandparents that for more than 80 years of living never went further than 500 Km away from their home in a small city in the countryside. But yesterday was an easy night and I was called at midnight to go to my favorite Island, only 4 hours away, and blessed with an amazing morning view before shutting down the office for a one day layover.