Well, after leaving Denver 1/2 hour late and needlessly worrying about missing my “LA Connection” (I had to add a sense of intrigue), I managed to make it on the first leg (actually the third) of the “Flight Down Under”. The Denver-Dallas leg was uneventful, Dallas to Los Angeles was a little more eventful, but the event tended to resemble a paint shaker. Because of the tickets I had (Business/First Class), I got to wait in Quanta Executive Lounge. I don’t know why people pay big $$ to join these, since all they are is chairs in a room surrounding a table of free (but cheap) snacks and drinks. It wasn’t really that bad, but definitely not worth the $250/year membership fee.
A quick side note: I’m sitting here in the Honolulu Airport, listening to a walkie talkie strapped to somebody’s belt. The conversation I heard went something like this: “I think we found the missing baggage cart. It has 23 bags on it…” This made me a little nervous, since they “think” they found “the missing cart”. If it’s not “the missing cart”, what did they find? A spare!? Thank God I carried all my luggage on the plane with me! At least I think it’s still out there in the overhead bin whilst (an Aussie term) I’m sitting here in the terminal writing these notes.
I met this guy named Bruce Wiley from Canberra, who works for the Civil Aviation Authority of Australia. We (I) talked all the way between LAX and Hawaii. He jumped ship (hopefully not due to me) in Hawaii for a few days vacation. He invited me to stop by if I ever get to Canberra.