It’s about 8.00 pm when I get to Phoenix, where I will spend the night and then pick-up A at the airport in the morning. I don’t have a destination in the city, except to find a hotel for the night, which should not be difficult. I enter the city from the north on Interstate 17 amid thick and fast traffic and make my way to Interstate 10, heading east toward the airport, where I expect to find a hotel nearby but do not. After looping through the airport, I find my way back to Interstate 10 going west, where I realize that the roadway is sunken and prevents me from seeing businesses at the exits, and there are no signs near the exits promoting hotels. The exit for Interstate 17 comes, and I take it to the south, but still there are no hotels. This highway loops back to Interstate 10, and I find myself once again approaching the airport. I am driving in circles. The heat of the city overwhelms the truck’s air conditioner. I take the next exit for Interstate 17, and this time go northward. I imagine myself returning to Flagstaff, which would take a couple of hours although the hotels would be visible and the air cooler, but spot finally a Motel 6. After an hour of circling and searching, I exit from an inner ring of hell to the cool comfort of chain hotel's room.