The six hour stop-over in LA confirmed all my prejudices about America. Luckily we could kill a lot of time in the customs queues (they forced us to get a visa). After about an hour in the queue an official called all virgins to join the American visa entry queue. When there where no more virgin airline travelers me and Jenny were allowed to join the virgin queue.

Seeing that we entered America, we wandered LA streets for hours and saw parking garages, hotels, HUGE SUV’s (no cars) and a few prozzies. The US customs decided to open and inspect our bike boxes. I deduce they fought their way through my multi-layered packing and gluing systems on the first bike and decided just to cut the second box open.

On arrival to Munich we got our baggage and went through customs in 15 minutes flat. Took two hours to re-assemble the bikes.

I now know why some youth hostels do not allow older people. I am an Occupational Health and Safety risk when i get in and out of the top bunk (especially with my wonky shoulder).
Munich is wonderful. Bicycle heaven. No more on that as I feel a rant coming.
Met a black South African. We hugged and cried a bit.

Jenny has taken charge of the packing as my packing system is too sophisticated. I am in charge of navigation otherwise we will get separated.