I knew what to expect from the return trip, but man I'm still just out of whack. It's 10:30 am on Saturday in Indiana, but it still feels like I'm on NZ time. That would 2:30 am Sunday. And I've had two consecutive red eye flights. I got about 4 total hours of sleep on those two flights. Ready for that eight hour drive home tomorrow.
But we didn't exactly rest on our 11 hour layover in Los Angeles yesterday. We took the LA Metro train (yep, LA has public transportation. Who knew?) down to Hollywood and walked around for a bit. Saw the Walk of Fame, the Kodak Theatre (home of the Oscars) and Gaurmans Chinese Theatre. Mostly though, it was a chance to look at freaks and weirdos. They were every where. I almost got in a fight with a crazy man at Virgin Megastore when my bag rubbed against his bag. He informed me I needed to be more careful, that he was from Morocco, that he had a problem with me and that all of his friends do heroin. Thanks man, good to know! I walked away laughing. No idea how else to handle it.
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