morsla | Landfall

It's a strange thing, flying East across the Pacific. Flying out, the sun is high. As hours pass, the day ages prematurely - afternoon becomes evening, evening becomes night. The plane plunges into darkness, crossing the Date Line and emerging into the light of yesterday's dawn.

From Melbourne to Sydney, to LAX, checked out through customs, checked back in for my connecting flight, on to O'Hare in Chicago, and then via the CTA Blue Line to downtown, took almost thirty hours. After reaching the hostel, I headed out for a walk to clear my head and find something to eat. I got to bed around midnight, local time - probably midafternoon Melbourne time, after a night's missed sleep.

Now I have to find Union Station, catch a bus to Indianapolis, and hope that Alex, Lon, Ed and

mousebane manage to get there as well. I think I'll be arriving about three hours ahead of the others, which gives me a bit of time to lug my bags around and get lost a couple of times.

I'd like to think that Indy will be cooler than Chicago (it's 86F here), but I doubt it. Four days and thirty thousand gamers (that's sixty thousand armpits, give or take a margin of error for the mutants) means I'll be praying for cold, or at least for good airconditioning :)

I'll probably write again when I get back to Chicago. Hope all is well, back at home. I'm missing

aeliel already, but otherwise I've survived the trip over here intact.