My flight to Phoenix was so much nicer than taking the Greyhound. For a start, there was only one semi crazy person on board, and that was me. It also saved me from 13 hours of travelling and meant I had the afternoon to do what I wanted in Phoenix. Which turned out to be watching the Simpsons movie. I would have gone to the gym, but managed to injure my foot somehow, and had a trainer full of blood when I got to the hotel. OK, I'm exaggarating. But my sock was stained red. The next day I took a bus downtown to the Arizona science centre, which my Lonely Planet assured me was a good place to visit. Maybe for a 10 year old, yes, but I felt decidedly above most of the exhibits,
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