The End: Flying back to Oz
Tuesday July 13, 2010
I’ve been draped over a few chairs near the Southwest baggage claim area for quite a few hours now. I’ve got a nine-hour layover in L.A. My bike box and backpack are at my feet and I’ve watched many happy reunions from many planeloads of passengers. The elderly traveller’s aid volunteer has seen me here on each lap of her territory. Finally, on about her 5th lap she comes over to talk to me. Countless laps later, at the end of her shift, she brings me a luggage cart so I won’t have to lug my stuff outside and scrounge a freshly deserted cart for free. Read more