Getting up at 4am wasn’t actually as hard as it should have been this morning. All our stuff was packed and ready, so we could basically just get up and go. We waited in reception for almost 30 mins cause our shuttle was late and soooo many people were still coming into the hostel after their night out. Party animals. In fact, one of our roommates only just got home as we were leaving – OoOoOoo.
We got to LAX fine, tipped the driver (obviously) and had to self-check in. Now, while it wasn’t as confusing as San Fran airport, it still was confusing. My bag was 8 lbs overweight, but the man didn’t charge me extra. Lucky. But we did have to pay for our luggage – obviously that wasn’t included in the millions of dollars we paid for flights. We weren’t given a boarding pass, just a receipt. Which was confusing in itself.
We had a quick breakfast at Maccas, cause that was pretty much the only option. Again, I’m disappointed with the American airlines. I thought they would be so good. But Adelaide wins hands down.
Still confused (about life in general) we waited at our gate with our receipts and then wandered up to the lady at the desk and asked about our boarding passes. To me, she kind of muttered something then gave me my actual boarding pass. It would have been thoughtful (and common sense) for the airline to actually TELL us that was what we had to do, but no, obviously we were supposed to know that already.
Again, we didn’t have seats together so I was sitting next to two nice Indian boys. Priya, I found you a choice of two husbands (but one is American and has a gf, so basically I found you one husband). He’s from Brisbane! Keeping it local.
We both slept most of the plane ride, because even thought it was a 5 hour flight, the only way you could watch movies, eat, or do anything really, was by whipping out your credit card. The plane did have free WiFi though, so I could get my FB fix for 20 mins or so before it cut out.
When we touched down and got our bags, we kind of wandered aimlessly out the doors and a man came up to us asking if we wanted a taxi. We were like ‘No, no. We want a shuttle bus.’ So he tried to give us directions to a train and we were still generally confused so he pointed at a man walking towards him and was like ‘there, he take you’. The man he was pointing at told us he was a shuttle and kept calling us sweetheart, so we were slightly creeped. But we followed him to his van none the less. The van didn’t even have a taxi sign on it – it was just grey with a ford sticker. So we asked him again if he was a taxi and he was like ‘Yes! Yes!’ So we got in and he left to find more passangers and we started to have a little nervous breakdown thinking we would be taken to a sweatshop. To our Mothers and Fathers, we did try to get out of the van at one point, but our bags were locked in the back and the driver saw us. He was like ‘Ohhh girls, you try to get away from me!’ so we stayed.
Anyway, long story short, we made it to the hostel (after he cut through the blocked off zone in Central Park and almost crashed a number of times). After LA’s great hostel we had high expectations, but the lady here was so rude. I didn’t even see her smile once and we know nothing about the hostel. It seemed a difficult task for her to tell us where the nearest 7/11 is and to tell us about this area. Our room is tiny, about the size of a shoe. The bathrooms are dirty and there is no shared kitchen. So we are just hating life in general.
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