Getting over here was quite the adventure I wasn't suspecting. The longness of the trip didn't really get to me, since I was lucky to meet some interesting people next to me in the airplane. There's nothing more unpleasant in flying, then doing it alone.I don't understand why people keep complaining about stuff like checking in, getting frisked or flying. Bagage collection is by far the worst part of it all. You just stand there, waiting, HOPING the next bag that falls down on the conveyor belt is yours.
The shit hit the fan when I wasn't the only one not seeing their bag appear after a 30 minute wait. Seems it got on another plain, destined to arrive at LA airport 3 hours later. And so, the real adventure of LA began. "LA is a ZOO," a lady from Chicago told me.
What I saw in my first three hours in LA? The airport, loads of people and cars. Luckily, I had a book with me about two women living in the States. I finished it there and then, only to find out it totally sucked.
I'm happy though. Happy the ride was bumpier then expected. Why? Because I've already met a handful of Americans in the entire process and am already falling in love with their ways. These people are so full of stories. And I love stories.
Good night and good luck.
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The lady was right. I'd take Chicago over LA any day :P
(not that I've ever been further West than Madison, WI, but hey)
Good to hear you got there in one piece though! I look forward to hearing more of your adventures :-)
My time in Paris was a blast, by the way. A high-powered (wine-powered, if you will) journey into the raging vortex of the Cinquieme Republique... or something. I had the time of my life, I daresay!
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