In the sky.

Hello hello all.

I write you from 6586 miles south west of Los Angeles. It is sunny outside with angelic cloud surrounds, and we're racing towards that infamous date line. I am listening to the new Gaslight and have somehow lucked out and scored a seat with huge leg room and no one sitting beside me. I said to a few people that I was beginning to get worried that everything is going a little toooo well. So fingers crossed the world doesn't have something nasty waiting for me around the corner. You know what? I am fierce when I need to be, so bring it on world. Lioness hits LA.

I am aiming to hit the ground running. Off into the urban jungle, finding my first couchsurfing host in North Hollywood, explorations and chats and then off to Red City Radio tonight. I'm meeting up with some other travellers at some point and then we're heading North via the coastal route, headed towards SF. I haven't met these people as yet, BUT FEAR NOT HOMEBODIES, I am not a fool and will not be taken for one.

As a digression from the road ramblings, big big big huge thank you to all who came out for dinner/drinks/rants/hugs last night at Gaso. It was grand to see everyone and the drinks and lack of sleep are playing into my favour right now. Although I feel a little ordinary, if I can stay awake for another 4 hours and THEN sleep, I beat jetlag. Yes, it is all a competition and I will win. Also big thanks to my Black Radish ladies for my extra special care package. You will both be disappointed to know that I did not bring the book, but I am out here to make new friends and influence people AND I WILL NOT BE TAKEN FOR SOMEONE WHO WOULD READ SUCH TRASH. Ha. I am reading a collection of Australian essays from the last year, so people are mostly just going to not talk to me for fear of rants and boredom.

I guess that is that. Short and sweet to begin with, but I shall write when the real adventure begins.

Jars of clouds and red wine,

Rachel