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.
You should have taken a picture of the sign!!!