As I arrive in LAX dressed as a Santa Monica lifeguard I somehow muster the energy to drag my 15kg bag towards check-in. OK so now, picture this, I haven't eaten a meal for 5 days and check-in at LAX is completely different from every other place I have ever been to, I'm trying to eat as many tic-tacs as I can to keep my sugar levels up, so I can figure out how to get on the plane... I'm flying home Aer Lingus and spot a fellow Irish lady who looks equally as bermused as me... we begin our own random queue in the hope we're standing in the right place. After an hour of this we've formed quite a big queue of arguing Irish families, and people storming off, little did we know, we've been telling everyone to go into the wrong isle, and we see people getting to be served to be told, sorry you need to go back to the queue... ooops. Ok, I finally get to the front, I don't know how i'm still standing, and the guy at the counter tells me, "sorry, but you're in the web check-in queue, not the queue for those who bought their tickets online", Well, I didn't say a word, just took one look to my right to see a queue as long as a mile, but wait... he was a good man, he was angry, but he gave me my ticket! Result, so, all I do know is give him my bag and off I go, no. "Take your bag over there to that man" OK, well surely you're supposed to just take it, so I just drag my bag along the floor, holes in the bottom getting larger, this bag has been dragged a lot, I find a man, he seems like he knows what he's doing so I just leave it with him...

OK, well, that only took 2 hours, I really need some coke for energy...after standing at a chinese food counter for which seemed an eternity, staring at the bottles of coke, I finally get served and get some coke down me, through security and to the gate, before being asked, "Are you a lifeguard", I could hardly bring myself to a smile as it hurt too much but I said, "No" Then he said, "You lie, you lie" :)

Next thing I know, I'm sat on the plane, waiting to be jettisoned across the globe once again...

10 hours later I arrive in Dublin, flight was ok, I managed to eat a grape and a couple of pieces of kiwi fruit, so i'm feeling suitably starving in a word... people must be wondering why I yelp every time I sip my war-der.

Everything seemed ok, I had a connection in an hour, just waiting to get off the plane, then the captain comes over the tanoy, "Sorry passengers, there is going to be a delay with our exiting gate and we will have to wait to leave the plane, please remain in your seats with your seat belts fassened" 40 minutes later and a lot of sweating all those with connections were told to "barge" their way through, OK, so Barging isn't something I have much energy for, so off I go I barge, "I'm coming through, Manchester flight, Get Back i'm Ill"

Ok, i'm off, you'd think you'd just have to walk to your next gate, little did I know, I had to run though immigration, waving my passport in the air, "UK, UK" sweating like a I dont know what, heart pounding, running up stairs, I havent moved this quick in 3 months ;) flying through security, staff everywhere shouting, "Which flight, which flight" "Manchester" "Gate A4" I look up at a sign reading, gate A4, 10 minutes... WHAT THE! Finally I make it, look up at the display board and no joke, but within 10 seconds, the message, DELAYED appears... OH FOR &#*$ sake, I nearly killed myself doing that!

Anyway, I'm back home with my Anti, Anti Biotic & Anti Viral, soon to be back on the road in 3/4 weeks!