To say the least I’m pissed off to be going home. America has produced some of the best memories, experiences, foods, and people that I’ve ever met and now some idiot had booked me a flight home (please note that that some idiot was me).
My last day in the States was spent wandering around Chicago in the morning. I took a cup of Freedom (Starbucks) and walked along the Chicago river. In the 1880s the Chicago river was filled with so much waste that it was starting to poison the people who lived in Chicago. So some bright spark decided to reverse the river, it would now flow away from Lake Michigan and towards the Gulf of Mexico. This was a massive and unimaginable feet at the time. Even today as I wander up and down the river it is hard to visualise the amount of work that has gone into this great city.
Last lunch was a reuben (I’m gonna miss these guys) followed by a walk out to the Adler Planetarium to get a snap of the endless Chicago skyline.
At the beginning of my trip I sat in traffic at LA and now I’ve sat in traffic in Chicago. After taking an hour to drive 20 miles I think I’ll happily take LA traffic any day. We spoke to some locals in the bus to the airport. They furthered my point that this stereotype around obnoxious is incorrect. Most of them were from cities and they were perfectly nice. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that across the trip I only have one memory of a cranky person, and he was a New Yorker (who are notoriously cranky people).
The airport security was slow and very American. Shoes off, pat down, metal detector, metal detector wand, bag searches, and then finally we were through. I said my goodbyes to Alice (one of my Contiki friends) and then I started my 23 hours of transit home.
Landing in LA I was reminded why LAX is actually one of the worst places in the world. Walking out of the arrivals terminal I had to find the international departures terminal. This is easier said then done. I was tired (I was used to east coast time and by now it was well and truly past my bed time), I was hot (it feels like LAX traps all the humidity and all the pollution of the city in the airport), and I was getting irritated by the noise (SO MANY CARS).
As soon as I sat down on the plane I fell asleep (later on I questioned why I didn’t see the safety demonstration only to remember that I slept through it). As soon as the engines kicked into gear I woke up, just in time to see the last lights of LA and America.
I’ll be back soon to embraces the freedom, devour the greasy foods, walk when I’m not supposed to through Time Square, and to hopefully not loose my passport.