How does one get to Tonga?
Let's find out, shall we?
On 19 July, at 1 p.m., the limo picked up Neal again . . . one of these days, I'm gonna remember to take a picture of the limo driver's face when "the guy in the parrot hat" comes out the front door.
The Chicago-to-Los Angeles flight was the only one that hadn't been changed; it seemed that the other connecting flights had been rearranged by the airlines. So Neal actually had NO IDEA what was ahead of him, once he reached LAX. Luckily, he's easy-going enough that this didn't bother him much, and determined enough that he was going to get to Tonga, one way or t'other. This has been a life-long dream of his . . . oh, did I mention that he went alone, without his usual dive buddies?!
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