#HotHotHot, #LoveCrisis
Three weeks of working and travelling were both exhausting and exhilarating. Armed with knowledge and enthusiasm, I had met, schmoozed and bonded with journalists, advised players and picked up on cues better than before.
Nikolai’s generosity had fuelled my loneliness; I missed him and we were on the eve of a reunion in California’s Indian Wells.
Marine was to work with me and we had not seen each other since Melbourne. Indian Wells is located in a desert town near Palm Springs and a short drive from LA, you can see why America is a country of affluence. In the middle of nowhere, artificial oases with golf courses greener than Kermit dominate the landscape. Five-star resorts are more common than Starbucks and public transport is replaced by black stretch limos.
