I got to spend 8 hours at LAX, which seemed particularly toxic that day (headache, eyes burning) between flights, then 16 hours cramped between two polite gentlemen whose sound systems appeared to work, while mine did not. I turned the little screen to the map channel most of the time, which displayed nicely where I was and where I was going and how high we were (metres and miles) and how far to go and how cold it was outside the plane (often 40 below, which is the same in Celcius and Fahrenheit).
We were treated to "dinner," which I thought I'd already had, about 1am my time. Then 11 hours later, at noon as far as my body could tell, we had breakfast. I chose the continental.
They let me keep all of the food I brought with me, and I quickly found the Skybus I'd already paid to ride, and I was off down the left side of the road into a marvelous city. The train station was a 500 metre walk away. The staff was very helpful, but the trains were quite confusing for me. I had a sudden hunger attack while waiting and was glad for bread, hummus, and bottled water.
The expressions I see on people here are friendly and nice to look at.
I made it to Ricky's with only a little confusion, and one of her carers (forgot her name, nice Russian woman) woke her for me. It's really great to finally be here with Ricky. She's quite a treat to spend time with. I could go on and on about her, and I might do that later.
I managed to nap 8 hours in about the night time back home, and then slept a good Melbourne night's sleep as well.
Ani is a sweet kitty who has already taken a liking to me.
Hopefully I'll have a chance to paste this into Livejournal soon.
Thanks to a little help from thorfinn, I'm online! Yay.