Day 63 – More planes

After a bit of a lie in, spent reading, I let Tom sleep and went out for my breakfast muffin and a swim. The water was beautifully warm and I didn’t want to get out, checkout time meant I had to.

Heading down the road I bought us lunch  at a Chinese we visited last time we were in town. Finishing the huge portion made me feel sick but at least I got my calories in for the day!

Without a car its hard to get around in LA; getting to the closest shopping centre took half an hour to walk. There we headed to Target and topped up on essentials; underwear, insect repellant and the like.

Prior to leaving the huge Target store I stopped of at the restrooms. On exiting I couldn’t find Tom anywhere. I searched everywhere, inside and out, I even asked security. After waiting a while I headed back to the motel to see if he’d headed back. No sign of him. Twenty minutes later and I started to worry so I started walking back. Thankfully we met up half way. He’d been sat right by the exit and we’d managed to not see each other.

After  that bit of fun we relaxed by the pool before getting the shuttle to the airport. LAX is boring so I got out my new book – a journal containing a list of ways to deface and destroy itself. I must have been in one of those happy drunk moods, but without the booze, because after reading a page in my journal I found myself making a rubbing of a sign above a urinal. I got some funny looks but that and other tasks passed the time quickly.

I don’t know what triggered it, probably taking off my boots at security, but for the first time ever contemplated buying smelly stuff at security. After another hot and sticky day out I’m starting to feel grubby all the time. Oh well Tom smells too so we can’t really tell; dropped the smelly stuff idea and bought a Starbucks.

Stuck at the back of the 747 cattle class was sauna hot. Obviously the babies in the crowd didn’t appreciate the conditions and decided to complain, verbally, for quite some time. I came close to putting them out of their misery but murder at 30 000 feet wouldn’t make for a good blog post title. Time for my secret weapon – two sleeping tablets and I was out for the count. I woke up and or so before landing, totally missing all of the two hours we saw of the 8th November. Weird losing a day like that. Tom and I had tried to work out the time difference but being deliriously tired we gave up.

One interesting fact I learnt from a flight attendant was that the plane was due to be scrapped at the end of the month. Apparently older planes are more reliable than the new ones; or so we were told after he saw our reactions.