Looks Like We Made It

7/31/15

It’s now a day and a half ahead of when we left LA, which oddly enough doesn’t seem too disorienting since the sun never set during our entire flight. (Time travel IS real when you’re racing the sun from west to east!) Though, now that we’re in our hotel (and an interesting one at that with nothing between the glass shower & the rest of the room except a blind that you can lower as needed for privacy) (NN: Hey, baby I can take a sexy shower and you can watch me, then I will use the toilet. Oh yeah!), I am doing my best to stay awake until a normal 10pm-ish bedtime to help prevent jetlag tomorrow. And I have to admit, being up for 24 straight hours is not as easy as it used to be. ;P  So I ran to that bastion of international travel (McDonalds) for a quick dinner and am currently listening to my Club Acosta mix while writing this to help me stay awake. Sadly, I cannot say the same for Nick; the guy passed out almost as soon as we got in. His loss, as he missed the inner workings of ordering a cheeseburger in Chinese.

Plastic food @ the airport

Some kind of friend patty stuffed with shrimp

 As I walked up to the counter prepared to point and grunt at the pictures on the screen above the cashier, she laboriously looked at me and procured a laminated sheet of pictures from below the counter, as if another foreign idiot was too much for her to bear at the end of her shift. I pointed to a cheeseburger and fries and received a 3 digit number in return. I had to laugh at this because there was no way that I would even recognize my order number when they called it. So I just held the number in front of me like a name tag on the 1^st day of grade school, assuming they would see the clueless white person’s number and match me to my food. While waiting, I noticed that there was nothing in the store front except the front counter. In most McDonalds, or any fast food restaurant for that matter, you can see the staff and inner workings while they prepare your food behind the front counter. Instead, this place had a dumbwaiter-type of conveyor belt that brought up to-go bags from the depths of I-don’t-know-where, and returned empty little shelves down into the depths, once people had collected there order. I was so intrigued watching this continuous loop of food appear and disappear and wondering why they did it this way, that I didn’t notice my number must have already been called until the man who was behind me in line brushed past me on his way out the door. I sheepishly walked up to the counter with my number facing out and the guy rolled his eyes at me and impatiently pointed to a bag with a look that said “just take it already”. I was laughing at the entire walk back to the hotel.

See thru shower into bedroom

I don't think that translates correctly...