An extra 15 hours in LA
03.08.2013 - 03.08.2013
Even before the the plane finishes taxiing to the runway we are all dead asleep in the exit row. Im sure that they were concerned that, if needed, we might not wake up...
The whole thing started about 48 hours before this when i rushed to pack the last of my things that were scattered around my old room into my backpack, leaving absolutely nothing behind but a bad filled to the brim with my suits and by deadly treadly (10 speed race bike). After saying goodbye to one of the most gorgeous girls i have ever met & choking down the lump in my throat, i threw my overloaded backpack into the back of my friends car and we headed off to have breakfast and one last coffee before heading to the Brisbane Airport. After final good byes to great friends and housemates the journey finally began... through the airports.
BNE to LAX flight was good, well as good as a 16 hour flight can be, leaving in the morning made sleep a little difficult but did provide some amazing views out of the window. We were flying against the rotation of the earth which compressed a day into a much sorter time. That combined with crossing time zones meant that we landed a little over 3 hours on the same day that we left, an odd thought to try to deal with.
Once we were off the plane the fun really stared to begin. Sleep deprived and weary eyed i lugged my body up to the US immigration desk where the unfortunate immigration officer had to ask each question a couple of times for my brain to spin into gear and allow me to be able to properly respond. After this we collected our bags and headed towards customs, where i was pulled aside and talked to regarding my VISA. The officer noted that my flight out of the US is more than 4 months after my flight in, apparently the Visa Waver Program only allows me to spend 90 days in the country, meaning that he could literally escort me back to the departures lounge and onto another plane back to Australia... thankfully after a little time explaining that i would be dividing my time between the US and Canada that i fell under the 90 days and the officer just being a really nice guy, he let me continue to the customs area. Where i was once again pulled aside, and directed to a customs check area. Expecting to have all of my things pulled out of my already popping bag i slumped into a bit of sadness. Thankfully after 5 minuets waiting to open everything up the customs officer said that everything was fine and walked me to the exit...
After finally finding Matt and Anna who were patiently waiting for me outside of customs we made our way through the airport to find out that our plane was delayed by 6 hours until 2pm. After making it to the front of the customer help desk line to see if we could change it to an earlier flight we discovered that the flight had been cancelled and that we would be flying out at 10pm, making it into NYC around 7am the next day. A little frazzled and disappointed we decided to exit LAX and head for the beach. With nothing but our carry on luggage and uncomfortable shoes we spent the day in a daze around Santa Monica and went out to the Pier. The festival spirit was a little lost on our weary souls but the surf and sun certainly lifted our spirits.
After having some incredible sushi and making the best of the day we headed back to LAX, exhausted we collapsed into our seats and i fell asleep soon after the plane pulled away from the gate. Only waking after at least a couple of hours, not realising we had even taken to the air.