Arriving in L.A. – Dec 19/20, 2015

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Well, after a delayed flight, we finally landed in L.A at around 3-3:30 a.m. our time (12-12:30 a.m. L.A time).  Needless to say, we were exhausted from the long journey and the time change.  We didn’t know it at the time, but our evening was far from over.  It took quite a while to get our baggage, and due to the late plane, we missed our reservation for the shuttle I had booked.  This is where I vent a little about my experience with “Super Shuttle”.  First of all, when you book they ask for your flight information.  One assumes this is so that they can track your flight and find out if you are arriving late (like us).  We arrived on the platform only to find that there was no shuttle waiting for us.  We were able to contact a shuttle, who said that they would be along in 20 minutes or so (great).  At 4 a.m. this is exactly what I want to be doing (waiting for another 20 minutes).  Yes, I was grumpy, wouldn’t you be?  So, once the shuttle arrives, we think we are going to be on our way! Nope.  It took another 20 minutes or so to even get OUT of the arrivals area due to the INSANE traffic at LAX over the Christmas period.  Once we were out of LAX, we had picked up some passengers on the way, so of course they needed to be dropped off first (isn’t that always the case?).  So began our journey into the ghettos of Los Angeles.  I am not exaggerating.  I have taken airport shuttles many times, and never have I ever travelled to people’s homes, especially in sketchy neighbourhoods.  Trevor was enjoying himself because he said that he recognized all of the scenery from playing “Grand Theft Auto”.  I, on the other hand was just grumpy and tired; plus I had been to L.A many years ago, so I wasn’t in an excited mood.  After about an hour and a half (if you are keeping track it is now about 5:30 a.m. or so to us); we arrived at our hotel.  The Best Western Hollywood Plaza Inn on Highland Ave.  Check-in was a breeze, as it was around 2-3 a.m. L.A time, nobody was around.  We were overtired and hungry, but there was nothing open (not even a pizza place), so I sent Trevor to the vending machine to bring back the best thing he could find.  It isn’t even worth mentioning, so I will leave it there.  I couldn’t fall asleep until almost 6 a.m., and then we were up pretty early, about 5 hours later at 8 a.m. local time (not by choice).  So begins the first bit of jet lag and our bodies adjusting to our first time zone change.

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