A 12 hour flight usually isn’t too bad, except when you get no sleep because its bumpy the whole way. Can’t say i’m a fan of the 777-300’s but we arrivaled safe and sound and coming into LA was pretty damn cool.
On arrival it was a bitof a mad dash through customs, where we randomly got husstled into a different line and skipped about 45mins of lines. Out of the airport we grabbed the Thrifty rental car bus to go pick out our stallion.
The Beast
After dealing with the worlds most cruisy guy at Thrifty we end up with our mobile home for the next 3 weeks, the Chrysler 200. 2.4L of. Black, wrong side of the road, Amercian car.
From the rental car company we wandered up to AT&T to grab some sim cards and some lunch. As overly suggested as In and Out Burger was it was only fitting we have it as our first ‘Merican meal. Two double-double burger combos and some plane watching, done.
With some time left in the day we headed up to Santa Monica Beach to chill out and go for a much needed post flight walk.
With sun coming down we headed off the the hotel. Which ended up being a long way away. But was good to see some of LA at night. Paul took day one driving with me as navigator, will see how I do next.
