Beachcomber's (Part Two)

There is nothing much about the plane ride to Paris,it took 1 hour and we landed.We were to board the flight to LA. a few hours later,since there was a limit weight for each ticket we went to shower,we changed clothes and threw away our morning ware,'twas cheaper than carrying it along. So we managed to carry 20 K's of free luggage each by throwing away extra stuff.
After checking in UTA's flight(luggage and all) we sipped on good expresso coffee and just killed time in Charles de Gaulle's bird cage,we had a ten hours ride to LA. over North Pole and Canada.
While looking down on the endless Canadian forest dressed in white for the winter, I was imagining packs of wolfes running and hollering behind some meshcart "traineau" while I flew comfortably over them(to each his fate kind of feeling).
It just stopped being comfy when we landed in LA.we were parked in a small area of their bird cage and we were told it was forbidden to go out of the transit area;no air conditioned, no water fountain, we could buy a glass of ice tea or a bottle of coke for 5 $ (thanks).That was some 15 years ago,I heard it did change later.
While in Los Angeles' bird cage I passed near a door in front of which was posted a sentry.
gun in the ready, the guy looked real mad at us, as I passed him aiming for the toilettes, the sentry told me not to try to get out of transit area,since I spent a few years in New Orleans
I couln't resist to drawl out "Calm down,boy" just in a way that would strain his nerves as tight as a piano chord(I'm not proud of this but I was really mad at the whole LA's Airport's staff).
Anyway I'm a free man and I endorse all responsibility for bad behavior I did have,and since
I refused to be taken in hostage to pay 5$ for LA's fuckin coke bottle,so I didn't drink for four hours and waited to be on the flight to Tahiti to drink plain water. (à suivre... damn it)