Around The World In 80 Waves

Not in a Nicolas Cage and Elizabeth Shue sort of way, but I need to get away from this place and return to the coast where I can satisfy the craving for my real vice of surfing.

In the end I have stayed an extra night in the hotel because it costs about the same as a hostel bed at the coast, but the private room does not entail sharing with any of the mental health patients I have met so far along the way. The luxury of high sped internet, a bath and a double bed are also too much of an added temptation. I’m not sorry about missing the Sunday night rush back to LA either. I will travel back once everybody else is at their desks on Monday afternoon

However I spend a great deal of time on the extra day catching up on myself, doing a little bit of car maintenance, sorting out some admin and planning the rest of my time in the US. I spent so much time in the hotel room the staff may have been beginning to wonder if they have another Howard Hughes on their hands.

As I set off for the Californian coast once more I can’t help reflecting that the shortest queues I have seen all week are the ones at the cashiers where people convert their winning chips back to bank notes. What are the odds on that?