(...continued from 'The Eagles have landed...' ) The dash from the LA Terminal 1 to Terminal 14 , and the infuriating care-a-damn of UA notwithstanding, we boarded the UA flight to San Francisco (SFO). In the flight, I met a friendly gora gentleman (he was a medical techno intern, if you get what I mean) living in the Bay Area, and spent some time chatting him up. He had come to India to to attend a college friend's marriage. From him, I did get some starter pointers like that of Craigs list. We were quite full of the long journey, and wanted a place to rest ourselves asap. Except for an hour at Frankfurt, we never had much of a chance to freshen up... We wished we were already at the Residence Inn, where we were to be put up. And the progress of the last part of the journey LA onwards, seemed like a tiring eternity. It was like the colloquial Indian saying "Hathi gaya, poonch nahi jaati..." ... Or may be it was a crooked application of the Pareto's principle...