So I get on the plane to LA, sit next to a guy from what I think he said Wales but cannot be sure. Didnt have much of a personality tho. Flying to LA I found out the my connecting flight from LAx to Auckland has not been delayed, so now I'm in the same position I was from Syracuse to Dallas except this time I have 15 minutes to get to my gate. Tried to coax a conversation out of the Wales guy next to me but apparently his lack of social skills got in the way. Its night out so I asked the guy sitting next to Wales if he could take a picture out the window for me.. he asks where....out the window thanks.... So I ask the only guy on the plane suffering from cocaine withdrawl as even my brand new camera with stability control at max could not save the blurriest picture ever taken. "Thanks tho"... delete...delete.
So I get to LA and find out that it is the worst laid out airport in the world, as the signage points to the escalators (Gates 1-100-->) finding out that the signs point to a tiny door I walked around the food court looking bewildered as how all the planes park here. Finally find the door, get to security that is run by all of LA's highschool flunkies, I'm pushed further back and finally get through the stupid thing sprint to my gate and find my plane just left.... an hour ago... ?(Remember all meaning of time has left me at this point). So I walk back out goto the main Qantas desk and say my plane left and I'm here... fix it. They blah blah blah give me a ticket and say your new plane leaves in 15 minutes.... >:-( Through my previous knowledge of the dumbest architectural layout ever I speed to the security where I fling my shoes off have everything out go through the metal detector, shoes back on at the same time flipping off all 20 security employees with a combined IQ of 3. Run to my gate as its boarding hop on to the largest plane I have been on and proceed to fly to Sydney Australia....?
Yes I am flying PAST New Zealand to goto Australia and then back again, no recollection of the time or date I'm only aware of the fact that I get to have diner on a huge plane.
The actual flight was quite nice, very very few people on the enormous jet so I got 4 rows all to myself. I watched Iron Man, Prince Caspian, KungFu Panda, and most of Charlie Bartlet. Also got dinner and breakfast which both consisted of a mushy substance with some kind of sauce on it... not bad tho just gross looking. Probably should have slept a bit more but wanted to also take full advantage of the plane.
Got to Australia didnt look to bad, very brown tho, exchanged some US for NZ dollars, got pulled aside for a random security check (probably b/c I have yet to sleep and my eyes were completely blood shot aka crack head look) hop onto my plane and head over the Tasman Sea.... for the second time in my life, back to New Zealand.
I arrived in NZ and am greeted by sunny skies a clean well organized and planned out airport terminal and a lot of informational brocures which I was sure to get 1 of each. I breeze through customs but still have no clue what was said to me as I underestimated the accent and continue on.
I head over to the luggage carousel and wait..and wait.. and wait. Finally realizing nothing good could have come from flipping off the security in LA my luggage was sent to Australia as a final destination. ugh. So I walk out to the shuttle bus and tell the obviously not from New Zealand driver I want to goto Rendezvous Hotel. Scenery was pretty sketchy here and I was having some serious doubts and very nearly asked the driver Akmed to take me back.
On a side note, driving on the left side of the road is the wrong side, felt very unsafe and dangerous. Cant wait to go back to the right side of the road, aptly named the right side. Also got to see a lot of cars I have only seen pictures of such as Renault, Peugoet, and Holdens all driving about. Mazda seems to have quite a large influence here as many people drive them, and the Mazda 6 is called the Mazda Atenza here, strange fact but I already knew this one.
I get to my hotel get into the room, take out my camera rush into the bathroom to flush only dissapointment.... these toilets are like a vertical drop, no spinning in one direction or the other. Im ready to go home at this point. I call home, order a turkey club to my room and fall sound asleep. What a crazy first day in Middle Earth
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