Oh the joys of international air travel- the glamour, the panache, the unparalleled comfort. All the boxes ticked on the LDN-LAX leg of the trip: there's a screaming baby right behind me, her banshee toddler sister is next door and the man sat next to me would appear to have flu -pig and bird- and a dash of ebola... Whatever he doesn't look good and keeps coughing then passing out. I'm expecting his insides to erupt through his orifices at any second. So in essence for any long haul flight I take- standard.
On the plus side T1 at good old 'Eefrow was a pleasant surprise, United Airlines check-in, boarding and service have been tops (and I'm not just saying that cos I'm sat here with a steaming cup of 'Bucks finest bean somewhere over Greenland). Got another 4-hours on this Boeing crate then it's the possible trauma of US immigration...
Written at 17.25GMT, 11-hours since I left home, flying for 6hr so far...
Couldn't of predicted it better really. It's now 09.00GMT, I arrived in Hawaii at 06.30GMT which is 20.30 Hawaii time. 24-hours from Canary Wharf to Hawaii, not too bad. It's pissing down and dark and the surf is apparently 'windy shit' but looks set to improve. I'm already trying to suppress the memory of LAX, the main airport in one of the world's most famous and glamourous cities is a joke. I was stood in the line for immigration when the connecting flight to Hawaii left. I then nearly missed the next one which we'd been shunted on to. I would rant but I'm knackered and about to pass out with exhaustion. Suffice to say if you are planning on transferring through LAX make sure you leave at least three hours, cos there's no way in tits you will make it otherwise...
Note to self must investigate getting some tranquiliser darts and a blow pipe for future flights- them banshee babies needs putting to sleep and I can see no other way?
