Pros And Cons Of Collapsed Travel

Okay, we're about to leave LAX.

Through a black hole if possible.

But first, the fate of the recently sold Sea Salt.

It lies in seven twists of used burger paper, now owned by seven Californian young people.

At a table in Carl Jr's Green Burrito they open the twists and photograph the contents, to post on their Instagram accounts.

Holy guacamole!

Nothing but spirals.

.....

Okay. Woosh.

Damn. We're only in Houston.

George Bush Intercontinental Airport.

Anyhow, it's better than nothing.

The Riobamba team get off the plane.

Little has happened during the collapsing of three hours and twenty five minutes.

Except:

Arthur no longer has the scissors.

And Terence has two new sisters, Tilly and Lydia, who have promised to find him a parrot in Ecuador.

They have shown him images of Ecuadorian parrots, parakeets and parrotlets on their smart phones.

There is a red-masked one, that he likes.

Saint Roley has kept down the Horchata.

Gaius is pleased.

Sweezus has looked at a map on his phone and discovered that Riobamba is actually inland.

Therefore no surfing.

Buzz has laughed, because he knew that already.

That last flight seemed quite short, says Gaius, as he waits to go through security before boarding the Boeing to Quito. Let's hope it's the same for this next one.

Five hours fifteen minutes, says Simon. And I think we get dinner.

Dinner.

Okay. We'll do this the long way.