I have a hunch the Americans are going to pull me in their extra screening process.

I hope they don't give me some brain dead cardboard stained pyjama wearing cutout who refuses to show a crack of humour.

Maybe today is not the day to joke about planning to committ an act of terrorism.

do you need to fly through the us? why

Lawl never would I ever do that. I'm a good boy.

AirNZ doesn't do direct flights to Torono, so I have to board, and dog forbid me uttering these words, *ir c*n*d*.

Motherfucking Air Canada refused to book me into tomorrow's flight because my previous pcr test observed in NZ expired a few hours before the flight, so I shelled out $195 usd for a rapid pcr test. I should have falsified the documents. To hui with traveling externally until these surcharges ans boundaries are removed.

So far I'm ecstatic about paying roughly 2.3k nzd to fly back home and begin legal issues.

I could be in fugging Zanzibar learning Swahili or waiting to do another cherry season in Blenheim and Central Otago.

 

I did meet a nice Asian couple from Auckland who were also in the same issue, except ,their flight departed just now. Very polite and I sharted out my advice on how to manage it better in Canada. The two pakeha Auckland gitls were huge cunts. Rude and very entitled. I miss the maoris and islanders, who were always cracking jokes, showing mutual respect.

 

I did meet some alternative dropouts on a hotel bus ride I niggardly walked on and they invited me to San Diego to play music. Dakota and Sierra. Very cute girl, with dreads and her partner, appeared to me as a victim of acid burnt out. Cool cats man. They told me they came back from a live gig in Illinois and I felt the urge to abandon my return to Canada and play gigs with them instead.

you told me you don't use this word!

I thought it was appropriate in this situation.

LAX is a nice airport. Too many homeless slither in and out of the lobbies, causing me a bit of worry when I took a nap.

Its a bit disconcerting how much room is offered to those stuck in purgatory, with the worst furniture to sit in and pass out on after exhaustive travel. It would be asking too much to provide lounging chairs, but I know how accessible they'd become to the bums to pass out in.

Seems interesting.

Made it home. Rather disappointing I didn't get extra screening by the tsa, cause I would have had a good laugh with them and walked out fresh as a dandy.

Air Canada is worse than I recalled. Everything except coffee and water are priced. Not that its a problem, a business that's declared bankruptcy and bailed out by the government, has its interests in securing capital from its customers.

What was odd was I got a free chicken wrap after passing out fifteen minutes into watching Wayne's World. Before takeoff, I boarded the plane and asked a stewardess if there will be an in flight meal. She gawked at me and hoarsely replied no there wouldn't be, then bizarrely asked if I was a minor. Whoever bought me that chicken wrap, I'm eternally grateful. I hadn't eaten in a day after finishing my block of cheese and I think it might have been donated the wrap because I popped an obvious boner during my short nap. [spoiler]Or it was a benevolent gift from someone seeing how haggardly fatigued I look[/spoiler[/

Four to six hours of sleep in total after two days of travel isn't bad. I feel pretty good and going through Canadian customs was laughably easier than I had hoped. One border guard asked me why I was at his booth after being directed there by another. Never have I ever been paired with someone else that's been more confused than me.

Got my final swab. Now I gotta find a will among all the rubbish. This part is the worst. Landlady was nice and nearly cried when she let me in. Awfully sweet of her, and she bought me some botatoes too.