Houston to LAX lounge

Thurday : Rothko Chapel - really interesting. Rothko designed this inter-faith -and- no-faith chapel to house a series of  his very dark paintings which appear to be very very dark grey at first, but after a while you can see colours. 

We drove and drove to a town in northern Arkansas, Batesville, for the night. Then on Friday drove to Fort Leonard Wood.

Wendy and I continued on to St Louis, another 2 1/2 hours in the teeming rain, but the car was quiet with no little people. We had dinner at an interesting Peruvian restaurant.

On Saturday morning we went to a museum of contemporary religious art , which was interesting and then wandered around a trendy area with quirky shops and big houses. Wendy dropped me at the airport and drove back to her home in FLW and I flew to Los Angeles for the night.  I had deliberately booked a hotel at the airport with a shuttle bus. Parts of the pavement outside all the terminals at LAX are being renovated. It was chaotic. There were 3 lanes of buses - hotel shuttles, parking area shuttles and long distance buses - competing for limited curbside space, nobody seemed to know where to stand and sometimes buses went past because it was impossible for them to stop, alternatively they stopped in the traffic and held up the rest of the buses.  Much horn honking.

I was looking forward to a leisurely breakfast but my peaceful reading was disturbed by a woman at a neighbouring table in a very grating high pitched voice berating her husband over many of his misdeeds. He never responded. She went on and on. I left.

It was vaguely less chaotic getting back to the lounge this afternoon.