San Fran Airport

The mind bending effects of time travel. And place travel. Aeroplanes.
And the airports that are kind of the same no matter where you go, the only thing that really varies is the number of boutique stores.
We went to Berkely today, it was the first time in the US that i felt a depth to a place, a vibe, saw a critical mass of open (and hence spunky) people. Wierdest are the times where i forget I'm in the US, and then something really USA happens and i get startled into remembering. Like seeing US flags hanging out of a shop, or the cars are coming at me on the wrong side of the street as i go to cross, small things, but jarring.
And then there is the accent. It's like the US and Aussie accents are opposite each other, we are nasal with our vowels, they are nasal with their consonants. It's disconcerting to say the least. But the wheather is hot, and i'm tired and jet lagged and about get little sleep in a tired old plan where i can see putty in the joins of the walls peeling away and brown grime in the corners of the buttons on the arm rest.
Yay USA.