I enjoy everything about travelling, even the lines, even the endless corridors in the airport from the gate to immigration and then to baggage retrieval. I enjoy arriving at a place, looking at all the different people and hearing lots of different accents. Last night I stayed at the Holiday Inn at the airport and I swear the rest of the hotel was either Japanese or German. This morning I took the shuttle bus back to the airport to find my shuttle bus down to Palm Springs. The lovely Guatemalan shuttle bus lady assured me I was indeed in the right place even though I was one and a half hours early, and that the shuttle would take me as soon as 15 minutes later, so I didn't have to wait. A van came and there were only three of us, the other two men wanted to go somehwere in Los Angeles and then there was just me and the driver for the two hour journey to Palm Springs. The driver was from Peru so we discussed language all the way down the long freeways, out into the desert. I now know the difference between caliente and calor in Spanish, which I didn't know before. Palm Springs is amazing. It's like somebody dropped Toorak into the dryest desert and planted lots of palm trees. My hotel has a pool and I might just avail myself of it this afternoon. In the meantime, I am starving.