Now THAT must have been "fun" on Concorde flying West from LHR or CDG on the evening take-offs.
Take-off just after sunset.
All the sheiks on board heave a sigh of relief.
But, no... the sun comes up again in the West.
Cries of dismay.
"Purser, purser !"
"Yes, Sir ?"
"How long will this last ?"
"Until we're in New York, Sir..."