Wake before 6 and take out the ear plugs (Chris still has a cold) and now I realise so do I.
Breaky provided and we're picked up by the Super Shuttle about 7:15am to go to JFK Airport New York. The bus has all seats full and we have to drop others off at
Laguardia airport first. The trip takes about 45-50 minutes and we self checked in (this time next to each other) within another 10 minutes. All up about 3 hours before the flight, one of the problems with using this mode of transport but we would only be asleep or something boring like that anyhow.
Each bag weighs in at 45lbs (20.45kg) each. Spot on. We walk to the gate then back to the Admirals Club. No free wireless for Qantas Club members but free PCs so I update the blog and charge the laptop battery. The clouds hang low in the sky and there's no sign of blue. The tarmac is wet and a cop car drives down the taxi way. The exchange rate hovers around 83 cents not that we need to exchange much more anyhow, seems we've spent enough/fortune.
Time to board, walk round to gate 3, straight on the flight. Waiting for older Jewish man to put hid gear away and free the aisle and a bloke excuses himself to Chris and pushes past her and the old guy. New Yorkers fair
dinkum! We swap aisles, walk down a bit and swap back to ours. A young girl is in our seats and we work out that she should be in another, no drama, all good. A woman behind, Chris explains later, complains long and hard into the flight after requesting to see the head hostess, we don't know what about. New Yorkers fair
dinkum!
The bloke in front and the woman he's with sit down, he's swearing and she pushes her bag under the seat on top of my feet. Later on a
hosty tells him he has to sit down after the Captain had said we were heading for turbulence, he says, 'Oh really' (sarcasm), and continues to stand, she says again she can't sit down until he does, he says, 'I'm trying to do 6 things at once', still standing. Finally sits but doesn't put on his belt.
Hosty mimics for him to do so, he finally does. She goes. New Yorkers fair
dinkum! Getting off the flight they all hurry past to get to the
carrousel only to have to wait, right next to the
carrousel so no one else can get to it, there with all the passengers they just pushed past.
Its been our experience both times now that, it seems, NY has a large percentage of people/service workers who appear to be arrogant, to say the best of them. But there are a lot of others that try to be nice in the middle of the biggest/loudest/fastest/busiest/most amazing city I've been in. A real mix of good and bad that needs to be experienced to believe it. I think I was too tired to fully enjoy it but today I wouldn't like to go back there. Will be interesting how some time will give that view perspective.
We get out of the rabbit warren they call LAX only to realise the rabbit warren extends further in roads intertwined around the airport, domestic, international, transport, couriers, buses, shuttles, military, rentals you name it, but the shuttle driver knows it all well. The weather was supposed to be a tad ordinary in LA but its fine and cool. LA reminds Chris and I of Mt Isa.
lol Its dry and dusty but instead of the mine there are black oil pumps on dry hill sides and the place looks like it could do with some rain to wash the cars. We drop off some others before its our turn to tip the maniac shuttle driver, who like others will swerve and go flat out, luggage flying, to pass a car, only to sit at the (many) next lights beside the same car.
lol City living gets to you, no matter which one it is. The feeling of, 'nice to visit but wouldn't like to live there', mixed with feeling left out of the main stream/rat race, so much to see, do and experience.
The rooms nice with a king size, Chris won't be squashed tonight and my feet wont hang over the end. We gather our wits and rest a while, then head off downtown in shorts and thongs for the first time since leaving home.
We find we're only two blocks from Hollywood Boulevard and all the tourist
hubbub of the city on a Sunday
arvo. Very interesting. We explore, shop and grab a bite to eat in Hooters.
lol A Harley Davidson shop with the most clothing I've ever seen for bike riders, very tempting, shame its all for
HD.
We find we're both stuffed with little energy and walk back up the hill. Its only about 5:30pm and we're getting ready for bed. The colds are knocking us about. Asleep about 9:30 for me, Chris way earlier.