My worst experience with travel fatigue occurred about 10 years ago, when I impulsively bought a theater ticket in London after a sleepless flight from New York that was followed by a day of meetings.
I got lucky at the box office of the Lyric Theater in the West End, scoring a single front-row center seat for that night's performance of Eugene O'Neill's "Long Day's Journey Into Night," starring Jessica Lange. But when I settled into my seat at the theater, it occurred to me that this was a long play. Before the curtain went up, I asked a favor of a woman in the next seat.
"If I happen to accidentally doze off, would you mind giving me a nudge?" I asked her.
"Certainly," she said.
Sure enough, well into the second act, I lost a mighty struggle and nodded off. Evidently, the word "nudge" did not fully translate, because the woman gave me a shot in the ribs that startled me awake as if someone had fired a gun.
"Wah?" I blurted out -- and opened my eyes to see Lange, stage front and less than 10 feet away, staring at me with alarm as she delivered a poignant line. Mortified, I burrowed into my seat.
So this is a long-delayed apology. I am terribly sorry, Lange. Jet lag made me do it.
Jet lag is back on the agenda for business travelers, especially as long-haul international traffic picks up again. In February, according to the International Air Transport Association, international passenger traffic was 13.5 percent higher than in February 2009 on the routes that are typically the longest, the Asian-Pacific markets.