It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a
ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America
It's a man on the moon and fireflies in June and kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God
It's America
-Rodney Atkins
Thursday 30 August
America! It’s great to be back. It’s been nearly two
years – December 22, 2013 – since I was last here, and for the first time ever
I’m here in summer, after six trips here during the fall/winter months. It was
strange packing back at home and not stuffing a parka, gloves and beanie into
my bag. Instead, it’s board shorts and t-shirts in a bag not nearly as heavy as
it usually is.
So, this is my seventh trip to America, dating back to
2006, and I can honestly say that despite being in the midst of some pretty
serious weather delays over the years, I’ve never been horrendously delayed
getting to a destination.
Until now.
After clearing customs and immigration in pretty much
record time, we found out that our flight from Los Angeles to Houston was
delayed by two hours due to “aircraft maintenance” which meant that we would
miss our connecting flight to Kansas City. If the delay had only been a hour,
we’d have been fine, but two hours was too much.
So begins the drama: there were only two later flights
from Houston to KC tonight, and they were both full, so we were pulled off the
flight – and hopefully, so were our bags – and now we’re going to be doing the
mother of all red-eye flights tonight and into tomorrow to get to Kansas City
at 10:30am.
At 8:00pm tonight we flew from Los Angeles to San
Francisco. I’m there now, in the airport, fresh off a nice upgrade to premium economy,
waiting through a 2-hour gap before we board a flight that will take us to
Chicago, arriving at 6:30am local time tomorrow morning. Then there’s another
two-hour layover before the last, short leg of flying into Kansas City.
If everything goes to plan, we’re scheduled to arrive at
10:37am. Based on how things have panned out so far today, I’m not holding my
breath. We have eight hours of actual travel time, but with layovers, it’s
closer to twelve. All I care about now is getting there, and getting our feet
on the ground. Oh, and I’m really hoping our bags get there when we do!
I actually don’t mind the stop-start nature of these
flights. In fact, getting off the plane and being able to walk around and get non-airline
food is better than enduring one long flight, when you’re crammed in like
sardines for fourteen hours, with not much to do.
For anyone wondering, Lauryn, who came down from Canada
today, expecting to meet us in Kansas City, is actually now reigning supreme in
our hotel tonight, after I had to basically convince the hotel that they should
let her check in or she’d be forced to spend the night on the floor of the
airport. She messaged me before to say that she was in the hotel – I’ve never
been so jealous of anyone! I’d kill for a proper night’s sleep. Not tonight,
though.
Thankfully, we were able to check into an airport hotel –
the Courtyard Marriott – for a few hours of sleep this afternoon. It really
made a difference, and although I could’ve slept much longer, I woke myself up
so that, fingers crossed, I’ll get some sleep on the plane(s) overnight so I’m
not totally wrecked tomorrow. One thing is for sure, I’ll be enjoying a massive
sleep on Friday night! Lucky we don’t have anything planned for Saturday
morning.
The flight from Sydney wasn't too bad. I got to watch Grown
Ups and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off as well as a handful of episodes of Friends –
forgot how funny that show is – in between reading, listening to music and
dozing off. The flight, thirteen hours and forty minutes, went by fairly
quickly and smoothly. All the troubles started when we got here.
We flew United, which doesn’t give you a mid-morning
snack, so it’s a long time to go hungry between lunch (which gets served in the
first hour of the flight) and breakfast, served with less than ninety-minutes
to go. I had to buy one of those snack boxes, and it wasn't good. Back to
Qantas or V Australia next time, I think.
It’s been a very long two days and I’m really looking
forward to getting to departing San Francisco – surprise, surprise, we have a
minor delay! – landing in Kansas City and doing something other than shuffling
through airports!