Transit lounges & toilets

We thought we were being crafty when we booked our plane seats online - near an exit, near the toilets, aisle seats to avoid people pushing past, etc. Instead we ended up behind the 'baby station'. I guess we'll know what to avoid next time...

After a fitful night's sleep and several highly compressed mpeg films, we arrived at LAX with red eyes and itchy nasal passages. Unfortunately, we were prevented from looking around the airport - instead we sat in dingy transit lounge for an hour. I was able to try a new soft drink (Sierra Mist) but my dreams of finding Cherry Coke were shattered (I think I may have glimpsed it in the fridge in the Business Premium lounge).

The view from the lounge was smokestacks and traffic, covered in rain. I listened to the Blade Runner soundtrack on my ipod and imagined how the city would look in 14 years.

Although scarred by childhood memories of Witness, I also took a bathroom visit - if just to confirm the direction of the flush (counterclockwise). Observations: a man dressed only in his underpants, shaving at the mirror; an inch of water on the floor, reflecting a view of the man in the adjacent cubicle; the toilet bowl already full of water... though fortunately, no knifings.

Anyway, we made it to England in the end, and have availed ourselves of Jan's kind hospitality. Shower, cup of tea, spaghetti on toast (Vogel's) and we are off to explore... Clapham.