We got to the Marriott in good time for dinner, although just a little too late to use the Club lounge who, by now, were just serving desserts. We had all morning Friday to ourselves, but after breakfasting in the lounge, there really wasn't much else for us to do - there's nowhere pleasant to walk out next to one of the biggest airports in the world. We did, however, take a stroll down to the pool area. It was a typical LA morning with some sea mist/smog not clearing until nearer lunchtime:
Of course, I kept check on the Alaskan flights we were originally booked on, and, wouldn't you know it, they were both bang on time so we would have been ok to have taken them after all - but, hey, better safe than sorry.
We both managed to get some sleep on the big flight to London, but Jo was sick just before landing, which didn't bode well. We spent a bit longer in the lounge in T5 at Heathrow than we had planned as our flight to Aberdeen was delayed by about 45 mins, but, by 3 pm Saturday we were back on Scottish soil, with Ross waiting at the baggage carousel to greet us.
There was an interminable delay delivering the bags but we were still back in Banchory for me to tune in to the final scores coming in.
Sleep was a bit of a problem for the first 3 nights after coming home, with us both waking in the very early hours and our bodies refusing to go back to sleep, but we seem to have settled down a bit better now. In fact, I went cycling on Monday, golfed at Gleneagles on Tuesday and at Banchory on Wednesday, whilst Jo drove her car - for the first time for a year - over to Inverurie on Tuesday to pick up Luca from school. She was delighted to be able to do this again, stress-free now that she has her sight back to where it was.
One throwback to the holiday was an email I received this morning from the photo company at Table Mountain - the downloads they sent us didn't display properly and it's taken them 2 months to resolve the matter, but here's one of the photos we hadn't seen before:
