So what would any decent holiday be without just about killing yourself tidying the house, running around doing last minute errands and packing?
And then
there is the pulling over to think about whether this or that got included in
the bags… turn around… and then say forget it and turn around again?
Anyhoo,
traffic was cooperative and so there was no missing of the boat, so to speak. BTW, the kiosk at Duke Point sells REALLY
GOOD banana bread..
The waters were calm, and the ride to
Whiterock uneventful. As usual had a
wonderful visit with Martha made even better by homemade squash and yam
soup. Comfy bed for the night and off to
the airport we did go. In what seems to
be my standard practice lately I remembered the details of the flight incorrectly
which added another hour to the pre-flight wait (which is of course better than the
other alternative…)
The
itinerary: Vancouver
to Los Angeles, with a transfer to a LAN flight
to Lima. The nice lady at the check in counter assured
us that we need not worry about our bags as we were checked all the way
through… which was not altogether true.
Note to self… send Alaskan Airlines scathing email. Why?
Well read on and see.
Boarding
pass in hand it was time to clear US Customs (should have been the first clue)
and Immigration, and through the security screening. Spent the next couple of hours perusing the
various shops and picked up some gifts for friends in Chachapoyas. Took off uneventfully, and views of snow
draped mountains gave way to green and then brown as the land below became
warmer and dryer.
Up next was a 5 hour lay over, plus the extra 35 minutes that a strong tail wind gifted.
Up next was a 5 hour lay over, plus the extra 35 minutes that a strong tail wind gifted.
The weather
was absolutely, perfectly hot and sunny and I thought why not get outside for
some fresh air? After a lengthy search I
finally found a tiny information booth tucked into wall, where a very nice lady
seemed taken aback by my query as to a nearby spot to spend a couple of hours
outside. You know, away from the airport? Well, she says, there are a couple of spots
an hour or so away, but given the Sunday traffic and price of a cab ride her
recommendation is to stay here and wait.
Grumble.
Disappointed,
but not daunted, I went outside to hunt down an elusive revolving restaurant
where I was promised a good view and meal.
And found myself in airport hell.
When I posted that LAX is the armpit of American airports I was not
kidding. There are 6 terminals in
addition to the International terminal, multiple lanes of bumper to bumper
traffic fighting for space to deposit and pick up people, whole sidewalk areas
blocked off for construction. No
signage, nobody around to ask for directions, people packed on the sidewalk
smoking… There was no order… and god knows we Canadians prefer order.
The
revolving restaurant is called “Encounter” and is modeled after the Starship
Enterprise lounge. Located atop a tower
built in the centre of the circle of Airport Terminals, it is at the moment
surrounded by construction. Walking past
four terminals I finally found a way to get to the entrance, and the elevator
doors swished open upon approach.
Nifty. Upstairs was a funky
restaurant with a great view of the terminals and road approaches. One very expensive dinner later, it was off
to relocate the International Departures terminal and head for the plane.
I wait in a
very long line and then dutifully place my backpack, boots, jacket and laptop
on the security belt, and as is my usual custom asked to forgo the human X-ray
tube for a pat down. FEMALE ASSIST
shouts the security sentinel. Wait. FEMALE ASSIST is shouted again. Some 10 minutes later a very polite woman
beckoned me over, explained I was to be patted down, asked me if I have any
tender areas she should take into account (does whole body count, I wonder?)
and proceeded to do her thing. No
biggy.
And this is
where we come to the Alaska Airlines super grumble. A waiting security screener tells me I have
contraband liquids that I can either take back to LAN for check in or have him
dispose of. What goods I ask,
bewildered. Well the very expensive
Maple Syrup I had purchased in the Airport Duty Free shop as a gift for my
friends, of course. Never entered my
head not to buy it because my bags were checked straight through and I was not
told that I would have to repass security.
I had forgotten all about it… go out, pay extra baggage charges and then
have to go through security again? I
think not. I was really, supremely
choked to see it put into the garbage.
With lots
of time to spare I was directed around the corner to the gates… and to my utter
surprise there was nothing to do. Where
were all the departure shops and cafĂ©’s found in airports around the
world? On the other side of security. I mean really, one can only stare at their
navel for so long, right? What a
Joke.
Second Leg
of the Journey started with the longest lineup I have ever seen of people in wheelchairs for
pre-boarding. Little old ladies mostly,
and after them loaded the small children ensembles, thereby ensuring that our
already late flight (of course) left even later. Bye bye LAX.
Crazy,
Awful Airport. Never Again.
LAN provided what appeared to be a brand spanking new airplane, which was a
pleasant surprise. Confusing was the voice of
the flight attendant speaking English with such a heavy asian accent that I
actually understood the Spanish version better.
There was an incredible selection of entertainment options on the
screens built into the back of the seats, and given it was to be a looooong
flight I was happy to see this.
Sleep often
escapes me when I fly and this red-eye flight was not exception. Several
movies, Battleship games and music albums kept me company during what was a
very turbulent flight. Even the flight
attendants gave up and turned back service several times.
With the
morning sun came a cloudy ocean view, giving way to a great view of the coastal
mountains of Peru. The mountains and scrub baked brown, the
waters lapping the coast, the sand hills and bluffs. I have never flown in from abroad during
daylight, and was gifted with, and enchanted to see the glacier-peaked high
trekking inland mountains peeking through the clouds in the distance.
Enjoyed an
easy customs clearance, baggage retrieval and prompt taxi pick up. Morning rush hour was in full swing meaning a
long and loud commute to Miraflores. The
friendly staff at Hostal El Patio (my preferred Lima digs) let me stow my bags until the room
was ready, and I wandered off in search of a good cup of coffee. Stopped to pick up a few specialty chocolates
to thank a staff member for a room change and making sure that it was at the
top of the cleaning list so it would be ready sooner Made a reservation for an
afternoon tour and then headed back to El Patio for a much needed shower and
snooze.
And that is
where I will leave off for today. I am a
couple of days behind, so will try and post again tonight. Off to enjoy the evening sun and sunset.
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