Here in LA it is 8.30am Monday morning
Here is Bert RIGHT NOW



So here was out last day in NYC - and how typical.

Spend the day at liesure -packing cleaning etc.
Go to take garbage downstairs - lift get stuck ( only for about 1 minute but we SHAT ourselves completely )
Exit building and a hobo stumbles into us.

Kayla says if we can just get a donut or something - we go to Dunkin Donuts.
Coffee and Donuts - sit down.
2 minutes later this woman sits down next to us all scratchy and jumpy - eating ice cream and spilling it everywhere - then she pulls out about 30 credit cards from her wallet and starts yelling at them to stop pressuring her !
WE LEFT IMMEDIATELY.

Call our car company - it actually worked and we were collected at 3pm on the dot.
On the way we are swerving on the freeway - I look in the rear view and the guy ( I reckon ) is FALLING ASLEEP !
So I start a conversation with him to keep the ******* awake

We actually make it to JFK alive.

We pull up at the kerb and ( no joke ) as soon as the car stops this young guy is standing outside our window and slags a big gooley down in front of us.
I just look at Kayla and go 'YEP !"

We board the plane , we taxi to runway - we both say GOOD FRIGGIN BYE NYC and smile.
Then the announcement comes on.
We have a problem !
OMG this city HATES US.

So we taxi back in and get the electrical issue in the tail of the plane ( great hey ! ) sorted out.

6 hours later we arrive at LAX - Kayla is still heading to Sydney.
I get about 4 nice conversations with the fantastic LA people and NYC can KISS MY ARSE !

Off to collect hire car and hopefully find Bert in Anaheim in around 3 hours at the hotel.