The joy of a flight delay (part two)...
February 6, 2008
I had a seat on a morning flight to New York City to catch, so I had booked a minibus from the hostel to LAX at silly o'clock in the morning. However, even though my eyes were bleary the sunrise on the drive to the airport was spectacular. It would appear that rising at tetchy o'clock does have its advantages after all!
After the laborious checking-in and the pain in the arse security checks which meant that although it was barely 7.30 in the morning I was having to get dressed for the second time today - as you may have noticed from this entry, I'm not a morning person! - I decided to treat myself to a healthy breakfast of a fruit salad and green tea bought from the Starbucks in the departure lounge.
Aboard the near empty airplane I had all three seats to myself so I took full advantage and stretched out, watching the stunning mountains below through the window. I'd soon fallen asleep.
When we arrived at Denver Airport, heavy snow in New York meant that the connecting flight was delayed and instead of a one hour wait, it would be two hours, so I found a comfy spot on the floor with my back resting against a pillar and resumed reading Shantaram.
As is the way of these things, two hours soon dragged into five hours before the plane arrived and we could board. However, despite my numb backside I was in high spirits because in a few short hours I would finally be in New York City, the place that I've wanted to visit for as long as I can remember!
After the laborious checking-in and the pain in the arse security checks which meant that although it was barely 7.30 in the morning I was having to get dressed for the second time today - as you may have noticed from this entry, I'm not a morning person! - I decided to treat myself to a healthy breakfast of a fruit salad and green tea bought from the Starbucks in the departure lounge.
Aboard the near empty airplane I had all three seats to myself so I took full advantage and stretched out, watching the stunning mountains below through the window. I'd soon fallen asleep.
When we arrived at Denver Airport, heavy snow in New York meant that the connecting flight was delayed and instead of a one hour wait, it would be two hours, so I found a comfy spot on the floor with my back resting against a pillar and resumed reading Shantaram.
As is the way of these things, two hours soon dragged into five hours before the plane arrived and we could board. However, despite my numb backside I was in high spirits because in a few short hours I would finally be in New York City, the place that I've wanted to visit for as long as I can remember!
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