I love planes - did I ever tell you that?

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  Playa Jaco, Costa Rica
Saturday, February 2, 2008

You know how I'm always going on about how much I love planes, and flying and being locked in a tin tube at 37,000 feet squeezed next to the 'being very smelly fat and annoying' regional NSW champion (2nd division) 'n' stuff? Well, this trip was no different, or actually completely different in that it was really quite okay. In fact the flight from Sydney to LA was almost ...wait for it....fun (gasp!). Look, the plane was almost empty I had three seats to myself, I watch Darjeeling Ltd (ha + ahh) and took drugs and booze and slept like a drugged drunk baby for 7 hours - nuff said.

There were two more flights to catch that day, and I won't bore you with the details, no wait, I will.

First can I just say, put on the record if you will, just how big a dislike I have for LAX airport. It is rubbish! Like a very large bus station built in the 1970s with all the charm of ..well.. a bus station. The American customs/security folk were as charming as a migrane and stuff is expensive and - you guessed it - rubbish. That said it is the USA which is kinda cool.

Dallas airport on the other hand is a temple of glass-clad calm that despite my wait for a delayed flight due to high winds soothed my frayed travelling nerves largely via access to the 'Admirals Lounge' which I discovered I could get into as a Qantas frequent flier (the rort that just keeps giving!). As always I felt like a stooge surrounded by the business community of Texas in the leather upholstered class war that is the "Admirals Lounge', but I was a free boozed, free internet, squishy chaired stooge so I coped.

By the time American Airlines flight 2614 to Costa (or Co - star as the Yanks say) Rica took off I had consumed over 50 milligrams of Temzepam and some lovely woit woine. Needless to say I laughed in the face (or was that  dribbled) of the warnings of serious turbulence and instead gurled like a baby at the disney movie and drank BUD the KING of beers - ahem.

I arrived at about 12am, waltzed through customs (I don't think I even broke stride it was that lax) and was driven to my hotel by a nice enough kid who spoke no English so I spoke Spanish (i knew it would come in useful one day).

Now I'm here and I'll tell you all about it next time - Hasta luego chicos (see ya later dudes)

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