Got on board a west bound 747 in One day at a time

All too soon the sun (well a bit smoggy really) was up on our final day.
Back into our trusty Ana and soon look at us we are cruising down Hollywood Boulevard. Parked up in a building there and came across a Johnny Rocket’s diner on the way through the mall. Us our last “Breakfast in America” it was very fitting.

We ventured down onto to the road and saw some of the stars on the walk of fame (I always feel like this is one of the most disappointing tourist attractions, it looks so cool on tv, but in real life I always feel a bit let down). Like our Time Square experience it was teeming with people in character suits trying to shake money out of tourists. All just kind of unpleasant. Luckily there was a Sephora on the way back to the car, and our last little bit of retail therapy cheered us all up.

Our final tour stop was the Getty Center. I had been when it was out in Santa Monica but this new one (up in the hills) is a whole ‘nother level. A lot of classic artworks, beautiful gardens, and fantastic views out over LA. We spent a happy few hours there. Then it was back on the freeway to our hotel, where we had showers, finished up our little canteen of snack food and headed for LAX.

What y’all know (but none of my clients do) is that I am not a good flyer. The worst scenario for me is a night time flight (check), out over the water (check) in a full aircraft (check). I took my usual half a xanax to get on board (last of the big druggies, me) and settled into my window seat, even in the dark I am on patrol. We began the long rumble along the runway (747) and the next thing – “Chicken or Beef?” yup I had slept through the take off and was 2 hours into the flight. I rallied for a snack – I am one of those weirdos who quite likes aircraft food on the whole. Then came to again a bit later. Susan said you must be busting to go to the loo, hmm say what now? Turns out I had been asleep for about 7 hours. Unheard of. Just a testimony to how much I had done I think while we were away, I was exhausted.

Soon enough we landed in Sydney, said a tearie goodbye to Gini and then Susan and I went our separate ways for our flights home (another 3 hours).

Of course now, it just all seems like a dream. I am waiting for G and S to send me copies of their photos (mine are just hopeless), and once they do I will attempt to share some with you.