Chicago. Landed at 1pm, hovered around waiting from Bryn for about 3 hours, as he kept promising to be another 30 minutes, every 30 minutes. Time past quickly, however, as I got to a bar and became thoroughly inebriated with some 21 years + 2 weeks old fellow passenger I met on the plane, dying for their first sip of officially served beverage. Then the man with a giant white Chevy van appears, and we head downtown, and setup residence in the largest 2 bedroom house I have ever seen in my life. I’ve heard stories about Chicago having a large working class - they were not to be seen cavorting in this neighbourhood. Thai food, yap, drink, the ever disastrous game of pool, and then head home, relatively early, as I was devoid of any energy, and saw no reason to push on through the night. I wish I had the time to stay an extra day – without having seen the real downtown and the yachts, there is a feeling of pointlessness I have to my visit here. Right now, I’m waiting in departures for this United Airlines flight to leave O’Hare and rock on to Narita. American security did their usual paranoid meltdown upon seeing my skintone, and sent me through an extra level of security which led me through a metal detector so strong that the rivets in my jeans mustered a beep. Infertility appears thoroughly possible. And now, the 13 hour monster flight begins, with my laptop battery on 3 hours left, and my ipod virtually dead. What will I do?