|Yes, there are mosques in America|
I cycle back (AGAIN), make the tomato salad, put it in the fridge to marinate, and head for the beach.
On the way back, I head into Peter Demian again, who today is playing by himself, and happy on SOME substance (in his words: "It's hard to stay serious if you're on so many psychedelics") and he screeches out loud in joy at seeing me wearing the Street Smart button.
I told a friend about my impression that the people that reside permanently in Venice beach fall in 3 categories: The Rich, the Gym Bunnies, and the Homeless. My friend knew right away who I would socialize with if I did.
|Do seagulls feel more comfortable close to the homeless?|
|Drumming for world peace. Drum LOUDER!|
|Seagull admiring human ignance in the construction of this anti-bird device|
|How Venice got its name|
6 pm. Time to say good bye to the beach. It almost seems as if the play and reflection of the waves is especially gorgeous tonight.
Dishes are done, I'm showered and packed at 7:30 am and I start walking to Rose & Lincoln to catch a bus to the airport. That's part of the appeal of this holiday. Take a vehicle with internal combustion engine only 2 times in 6 days, and both times it's a public transit bus ;-) The planet is dying quickly enough as it is; no need to contribute more to it.
No point waiting for 7:30 to leave if I'm done at 7. The bus comes 2 minutes after I have walked to Lincoln & Rose. At LAX parking lot C, the bus depot, I discover that there are shuttle buses to the terminal. I could have saved myself the long walk when I arrived.
Checking in is easy, but the computer tells me that my flight is delayed by one hour. Darned, so much for my meticulous time scheduling. Security is THOROUGH. and then it's time to kill 2 hours.
At 10:42 I have my FIRST Facebook friend. But only because I called a REAL friend and told her to be my FB friend OR ELSE!!!
I don't think Facebook and I will get along ;-(
My flight is further delayed until 11:46 am. Then I'm informed that it just left San Diego. What the H is it doing there?
I'm slowly being driven to boiling point by constant security messages, yet another general passport control. It's like the Chinese Water Torture, it's the never-ending repetition that hurts.
I have more than enough time to admire the general aviation insanity. Duty free stores are now run by one company worldwide, DFS Galleria. You can't get a small bottle of Minute Maid juice for under $3.59 at LAX. Are you people INSANE. I go thirsty for a while until I find a vending machine with Aquafina Fake Water (actually it's filtered tap water) for $2.00. Still outrageous, but it's the cheapest available in this airport . The whole airport feels like the city of Vancouver. Very SAFE and REGULATED but mind-numblngly BORING.
The take off route lets us admire the sun-drenched beaches of LA for a last time. Glorious sunshine and colours everywhere. 2.5 hours later I am shocked at the dreary wet darkness of Vancouver skies and the 6 degree Celsius chill of its street. People actually LIVE here??? Or is it just surviving instead of living?
Noon on Tuesday. 7 degree Celsius that feel like 3 degrees says the weather forecast. It's not wind chill as there is no wind to dilute the exhaust dome. Is it the bone-chilling ugliness of this town that produces the felt temperature drop then?