Well, give me a few, but the initial opening of the suitcase and piling up a few things has begun. Interesting stuff when its all piled up. Laundry done and put back in suitcase to go home.

(Note the tiny map of LAX that I needed to backtrack to the right terminal – thank you information booth guy. I’m a big fan of printed material sometimes. And even though I found the immigration–>baggage claim–>customs process at LAX deeply in the over-the-top-barbaric, I couldn’t help but admire the table tennis paddle signs held by the folks directing the winding lines. There were hundreds of people winding back and forth and, trust me, they needed direction.)

I unlocked my suitcase (TSA-friendly lock) and things looked a little messier than I expected but hey, it’s been getting flung into and out of planes for a couple days. As I removed the first couple things off the top though, this came out.

How subtly checked out is that? I poked around and looked like everything was there and mostly in not too bad a state. Considering. I’d repacked in order to get everything as small as possible.

I’m very glad that I wasn’t packing any real weta, eh?