Over Ontario
2108hrs
I'm still going by Pacific Time. I'm planning on turning my watch forward all eight hours at midnight, thus bypassing the night altogether. If I can then stay awake until night-time (British Time), I should be able to successfully reset my body clock.
We didn't do a lot this morning. When I woke up it was raining outside, which is the first time that's happened since we hit the west coast. Apparently hurricane Nora's about, so I think it's her fault.
Darin drove us out to Hollywood, where we drove down Hollywood Boulevard and saw those stars on the pavement. Apparently you're not allowed to go up to the Hollywood sign - you could probably do it, and I'd have been tempted, but getting arrested just hours before the flight seemed too risky. In the end we didn't go to the sign at all, but just drove through Hollywood and looked.
We went to another Lamborghini dealer, where Colin took some more pictures for his brother. This one was in Beverly Hills, and I thought they might be too posh and not let him, but they were fine about it. Then we got some early lunch at a Jack-in-the-Box, a fast food chain, and went to the beach.
It had stopped raining by now, but was still hardly weather for sunbathing, and we didn't stay long. Just long enough for the tide to come in suddenly and soak my and Colin's shoes and socks. They dried eventually.
By then it was pretty much time to check in, and Darin dropped us off at the airport. They hadn't got any window seats left, but it's dark out anyway so we're not missing much.
The seats have tellies again. There's one channel which just shows a map with the plane over it, so you can see where you are. It also tells you some information about the flight, like how high you are and how far there is to go. We'll be landing at Heathrow in 5 hours and 53 minutes.
So that's it. Back to the UK, with just a week left of the summer holiday. In seven days I'll be back at university for my final year, and then, who knows? The future, as they say, is not ours to see. I hope I can come to America again some day, but who can say? Whatever will be, will be. Que sera sera.
