Friday September 30

I was busy on Thursday, wrapping up my final tasks at work, and doing laundry & packing my clothes and gear. My parents took me all the way up to Syracuse airport Thursday night, and it was nice to see the sun after a week of rain.

It was an uneventful flight to Los Angeles (via Atlanta), and I even got a free beverage on the plane from a mystery stranger who “liked my backpack”. I grabbed a cheap room at a hotel nearby LAX, which was an *interesting* walk at 12:30 in the morning. The hotel was nice enough, and even had clocks for all the major cities, which I thought was fitting! I found the Sydney clock, they didn’t have any other Australian cities.

I slept in late the next morning, and had a leisurely stroll to the nearest Starbucks, where I spent the afternoon working. I finished up around 4pm, and Fedex’d my laptop back to the office. A nice sushi dinner rounded out my day in LA, and I went back to the airport for my 9pm flight.

I think it’s like a 15 hour flight to Brisbane, and another 3 hours’ flight to Alice Springs. Ouch. The weirdest part of the flight is that I takeoff Friday night, and land Sunday morning…. Saturday never happens! Off to Oz, wheeeee!