The morning of the 31st Jan saw me having a nice long lie in, waking up around 10am. I showered and made sure all my stuff was packed. Hunter asked if I wanted to do lunch, and I suggested the In N Out as I hadn't been there yet and it was walking distance. I had the double double with cheese fries which was very tasty (and cheap) for a fast food restaurant. Walked back to the apartment where I then wasted some more time on the internet until 2pm when we had to leave. Even car pooling, it took us some time to get to LAX but as my flight wasn't until 7pm, still had plenty of time. Check in and security were pretty much pain free as the lines were short and had no problems. Beyond security, there wasn't a whole lot to do as there there was a small duty free shop, some restaurants, some Starbucks and a few souvenir shops. I continued the tradition of trying stuff you don't generally get in the UK and had a Chicken Quesadillas from Chillis which were rather tasty, and also spent my remaining dollars on sweets to bring back to the UK. After wasting as much time as I could with the facilities int he airport, I still had lots of time to waste. I couldn't get a decent service from the wifi hotspot which I had intended to pay for so just ended up playing DS, reading a magazine or doing nothing.
At around 6.30pm we were able to board. I ended up sitting next to a oldish English guy from Tunbridge Wells who had been visiting friends and playing golf. For the first half of the journey, it was OK, I got some episodes watched on the PMP and had a rather crappy meal. However about 4-5hours into the flight, while the lights were all off, everyone else was sleeping, I just started to feel rather unwell. It wasn't nausea, I just felt really dry, found it hard to breathe normally and had pains in my gut. I figure it must have been something to do with sleep deprivation and maybe stress of flying but the feeling just didn't go away. The flight attendant tried to help but as they can't give out medication (I had asked for paracetamol/Tylenol), the best they could do was give out water. I did eventually throw up into one of their sick bags, being the first time I've ever needed to use one of those things, but it didn't make me feel much better. Oddly, only after the attendant gave me some Coke did I seem to fall asleep, waking up 2 hours later feeling much better however, I still don't know what it was. The breakfast they served, about an hour before we landed, was also pretty crap, being just a croissant with some spreads.
The flight landed soon after and I made my way to passport control... only when I got here, I checked the wallet I keep all my travel documents in and didn't see my passport there. I panicked a little, but soon found it in the front pouch of my bag. Being a UK citizen, the passport control process is just a quick scan of the passport. In the time it took me to get a trolley and get to the relevant carousel, my bags were right there as I arrived which was a spot of luck. Then made my way through to the shopping area and got some UK cash and some breakfast from AMT Coffee. Then made my way to the bus station, not being in a hurry as it was over an hour until my coach. When I got there, I realised that there was an earlier coach leaving an hour before mine. I paid £3 alteration fee and was able to get the earlier journey home. Got a taxi from the coach station to my home as I really didn't want to lug my bags across town.
Got home around 3.45pm and started my laundry while playing my copy of Burnout Paradise which had arrived while I was away, as well as playing Rez HD and the new demo of Beautiful Katamari (which comes out this month finally!). I stayed up until around half 9pm after watching Sweeney Todd as I wanted to try to correct my body clock. Woke up around 1am but fell asleep again only to wake at 10am, so did a good job there. Not done a whole lot today other than upload my photos. Will be going to town shortly where I need to pick up some Woolite to clean my fursuit with and also get some food as I have none. Not looking forward to going back to work on Monday...
At around 6.30pm we were able to board. I ended up sitting next to a oldish English guy from Tunbridge Wells who had been visiting friends and playing golf. For the first half of the journey, it was OK, I got some episodes watched on the PMP and had a rather crappy meal. However about 4-5hours into the flight, while the lights were all off, everyone else was sleeping, I just started to feel rather unwell. It wasn't nausea, I just felt really dry, found it hard to breathe normally and had pains in my gut. I figure it must have been something to do with sleep deprivation and maybe stress of flying but the feeling just didn't go away. The flight attendant tried to help but as they can't give out medication (I had asked for paracetamol/Tylenol), the best they could do was give out water. I did eventually throw up into one of their sick bags, being the first time I've ever needed to use one of those things, but it didn't make me feel much better. Oddly, only after the attendant gave me some Coke did I seem to fall asleep, waking up 2 hours later feeling much better however, I still don't know what it was. The breakfast they served, about an hour before we landed, was also pretty crap, being just a croissant with some spreads.
The flight landed soon after and I made my way to passport control... only when I got here, I checked the wallet I keep all my travel documents in and didn't see my passport there. I panicked a little, but soon found it in the front pouch of my bag. Being a UK citizen, the passport control process is just a quick scan of the passport. In the time it took me to get a trolley and get to the relevant carousel, my bags were right there as I arrived which was a spot of luck. Then made my way through to the shopping area and got some UK cash and some breakfast from AMT Coffee. Then made my way to the bus station, not being in a hurry as it was over an hour until my coach. When I got there, I realised that there was an earlier coach leaving an hour before mine. I paid £3 alteration fee and was able to get the earlier journey home. Got a taxi from the coach station to my home as I really didn't want to lug my bags across town.
Got home around 3.45pm and started my laundry while playing my copy of Burnout Paradise which had arrived while I was away, as well as playing Rez HD and the new demo of Beautiful Katamari (which comes out this month finally!). I stayed up until around half 9pm after watching Sweeney Todd as I wanted to try to correct my body clock. Woke up around 1am but fell asleep again only to wake at 10am, so did a good job there. Not done a whole lot today other than upload my photos. Will be going to town shortly where I need to pick up some Woolite to clean my fursuit with and also get some food as I have none. Not looking forward to going back to work on Monday...