The Trip To Australia

We made it to L. A. Airport on time and I have been in Sydney for three days. To recap: we ended up driving to Las Vegas, spending a day there (I broke even, thanks to the Monopoly slot machine and no thanks to the Routlette wheel), sleeping in the car, and then driving to L.A. and spending a day at Brenda's old friend's house. We then parked the car in the townhouse garage of some guy from craigslist, and he and his Japanese wife drove us to the airport. We saw L.A's Chinatown and Santa Monica pier before we left, which were both really cool.


A town called "No Name" seen as we drive to Vegas.


A sunset over the hills of Utah as we drive.


One of the many wonderful products of Chinatown!


Me sitting outside of the Chinatown entrance.


Santa Monica beach.


One of Santa Monica's glorious attractions!


Rocky was OKAY, but I mean, he only really dove like 80 feet.

L.A. was really a lot of fun, moreso than I was expecting. Santa Monica had a boardwalk, carnival rides, and crazy hobos playing music. Some fisher even caught a stringray and was showing it to awestruck little kids. It'd been about 10 years since I'd swam in an ocean last. Being knocked over by waves is fun. Sure does suck to have salt water in your nostrils though.

The flight to Australia was at night so I was able to sleep through much of it. The onboard T.V. had some interesting UK/Aussie shows, and I listened to Australian music while I watched the text-only news channel. Fourteen hours later we touched down at 6 AM in Sydney, and stepped off into a freezing airport and a city where they dress in all black and don't believe in central heating. More on that later.