Cattle Class

Long haul flights are a particular kind of torture, and the flight was pretty good, really, for a thirteen and a half hour non stop number, but sitting upright for that length of time is testing.
I would love to know the secret of people who sleep.

I only have a few uninteresting shots. Michael's refrain was, "Sorry, Mum, you can't walk around here with a camera."
Seems I'll be restricted to tourist spots, or drive by shooting, for a while anyway.
The extra is of the drive into Oakland, where Michael lives.

I met my soon-to-be daughter in law and her mother, who are lovely, had a pleasant dinner, and crashed.