The sun is shining through high, thin clouds, as we begin our day in Los Angeles. The curtains in our hotel room are parted, so we can see plane after plane after plane on final for LAX.
When last I wrote, we were waiting to leave Baltimore. As with our first flight, I had a Southwest “A” boarding pass while Helaine and Stef had “B”s. I got on the plane first to look for three seats together. Usually, I can get close to the front with an “A”, but on this ISP-BWI-LAX-SAC flight, with many Islip passengers already seated, I could get no closer than row 15.
Who cares? A seat is a seat. We got 15 D-E-F. A couple with two small children slid into 15 A-B-C.
He started crying as the gear went up. He cried for much of the flight. As soon as the other babies on board heard him, they too began to cry.
Maybe cry isn’t the right word. They screamed as if being tortured. I can make that analogy because I was being tortured.
BWI to LAX is a long flight in a 737 with no entertainment, no food and really loud babies.
Helaine had bought me “Inside the Richest Poker Game of All Time,” by Michael Craig. I started it as we took off and finished it as the lights of LA showed beneath the plane. It was good, not great.
Much of the flight was fine… until we got to the Rockies. From there until the West Coast it was rough road with the seat belt signs lit.
The ‘best’ didn’t come until we landed.
First, we sat on the runway for 10-15 minutes. They were waiting for the last possible available gate (and found it).
Baggage claim was like a suburb of Hell! I don’t think I’ve ever seen Southwest with a facility like this. There were two baggage carousels and an announcement saying flight numbers would be posted above each. Both monitors were blank.
After a while a voice came on the PA saying the bag would come where the bags would come – honest. Don’t ask us – honest. Just keep looking – honest.
The curb area at LAX was disorganize chaos. Cars, buses and vans were darting in and out. Horns honked. We made our way to the “RED” sign, where hotel courtesy vans stopped.
The hotel was just a few minutes away, and was very nice. Again, we had booked on Hotwire.com and gotten what seemed like a good deal.
This Westin is a step up from last night’s Holiday Inn. There is art work on the wall and a nice desk area. The beds were soft and firm (it is possible to be both). Even with airplanes flying nearby, it was reasonably quiet – somewhat like the sound the volcano makes in your room at the Mirage.
There are barking dogs we’re hearing. It’s possible this industrialized neighborhood is where the animal shelter is located. Most likely they’re working dogs for the TSA, Customs or other governmental agency.
Both Helaine and Steffie say if they ever look the way they look under the bathroom lightning, shoot them.
As soon as we’re all dressed, it’s off to the pier and onto our ship. We are so lucky to be here. So lucky, even with our extra day on the road, it all worked out.
If we would have stuck to our reservations, we’d be in the crying lane right now.