The glamour of international economy air travel
Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada! It’s a balmy 36 degrees at five in the afternoon local time and I’m about 27 hours into a 36 hour day (as if Mondays weren’t bad enough!)
It was all pretty uneventful in the end; I scored an exit row on both the SYD-LAX and LAX-LAS legs, ensuring legroom, I wasn’t seated next to anyone too objectionable, immigration gave me a bit of a grilling (“You sure you’ve got something to go home to?”) but let me through and all my bags arrived on-time and intact.
Points to Delta, whose staff were friendly and online entertainment system was—though hilariously poorly categorised (aside from the screenshot below, “Beverly Hills Chiuaua” was filed under “Australian”)—very good with a comprehensive on-demand selection.
So right now I’m at Damian and Susanne’s place, I’ve had a shower and a few hours’ snooze, I’m feeling relatively human despite the “Sausage and Bacon Breakfast Pizza” consumed in LAX and I’ve got the time to tool about on teh Intarwebs for a couple of hours before Damian gets home from work.
I will post a local phone number when I sort that out, hopefully later today or early tomorrow!
