After 24 hours of travel I found myself under the hand of Buddha waiting in line.
A short lecture on flight numbers later I was walking out of the airport searching for my ride. Who was eventually located holding a sign with a barely recognizable version of my name on it.
But alas I reached my hotel. The street is not pretty but my room is nice and functional. And Jimbo (my stuffed bear) are showered and ready for bed after this post.