Philadelphia in an afternoon

I saw very little of Philadelphia during IRE.

As for the content of the conference… Just give me a day or two to process that.

Most of our time was spent indoors, with the occasional dash to Terminal Market for coffee. Evenings provided a chance to explore local bars and restaurants.

But after the last session on Sunday, I had 18 hours of freedom (including seven hours of sunshine).

Rather conveniently, there was an Indego stand right outside the hotel. Despite the fact I have no sense of direction and still make an “L” with my left hand to distinguish it from my right, I survived an afternoon cruising the streets of Philadelphia.

With a free evening ahead, my first thought was to return to New York.

Factoring in travel time, this plan would have meant missing my flights home. Still, I considered it for longer than I should have.

Now, I’m in Los Angeles. I’ve made two flights, and I’ve got two to go.

Entering Tom Bradley International Terminal, you’re faced with rows of check-in desks belonging to different airlines.

I must have looked lost.

“Swiss?” An official asked me.

Hmm, that would be nice.

“Yeah, nah,” I said. “I’m going to New Zealand.”