I hate getting up early, i hate getting up early when i have a hangover, and i especially hate getting up early when i have a hangover and a dicky stomach.
We were both very rough today, and today entailed walking in the hotel with 2 suitcases, and 4 rucksacks and 2 small bags. Gettig a taxi to the airport, checking in and not getting charged extra for luggage( we had 4 bags but all were below the required stupid weight - my case was only just though), getting on a plane (it was all 1 step at a time in my head). getting of a plane in los angeles, reminding myself that i dont like los angeles. Getting through passport control 3 hours too early for plane. Deciding we needed some food so bought some soup (ive got a dicky stomach remember) except i bought it from 'chillis' and it was a spicy chicken nacho soup. hahaha wrong thing. get on plane and watch the same film we watched coming to america, and the devil wears prada (which is the book im currently reading) . Waited for the 4 bags to come up, 1 bag which is full of dirty washing took a very long time we both started to worry about this one. (we were prepared to walk away if the bag had ripped). Got the shuttle bus, got of the shuttle bus and it started to rain, and then we checked in to a great hotel. Really pleased with the hotel it has a contempory feel about it. Not sure if it has a swimming pool but dont think it matters.
We are relieved that we now have a week to relax and not pack up.
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