Now landed in LA – what a flight. I was up at 0330 on 1/6/2017 and flew out of Adelaide at 0600. Landed in Sydney – caught the shuttle bus and went around to the International Terminal. By the time I got thru everything they were calling my name and others from my flight over the loudspeaker to get to gate 36! Could understand it if I was dawdling but no way. I get on the plane (Delta) and seriously the leg space is for lepricorns. It was typical low cost seat – food was crap (who eats cheese pizzas on a plane?) and the service was shitte. The saving grace was that I was in in the middle of a great fella (US navy diver) and a ex-pat american girl (serial killer) that was of great value. So I land in LA and wait a couple of hrs before catching a shuttle bus to my AIRbnb.
On arrival I think exactly what yr thinking. I go to the door and guess what? No-one. So across the road I go and meet my new best mate from Costa Rica who phoned the owner and worded out the keys were left for me in the letter box. Here is his house;
The pleasant surprise is that my room is very clean and has a great bed. Have wi-fi and can’t complain. I went for a walk to 7 eleven and surprised that I didn’t end up on a CNN news-break (totally gangster suburb). Looks like I am going to be in LA for longer than I wanted as my bike is delayed at customs. Really disappointed at the piss poor IPA response to my request for interaction – obviously they get a lot of requests but I would bend over backwards for them.