I feel very lucky to have the time and means to travel, and someone wonderful to share the experiences with, but half way through these 12 hour crossings I consider the sanity of it all.
It was a crowded flight. The Qantas crew were fabulous - happy and always ready to help and chat, regardless of the hour.
We arrived at the new Tom Bradley terminal. LAX is the only international airport that I've come across in the world that has no duty free on the way in.
The wait at immigration was about 40 minutes. It seems very slow when you have a connecting flight. There's a new system, though, called Global Entry, I think, where pre-registered passengers can pass through without visiting with an official. I'll check it out for next time.
Whilst in the line we chatted to a guy who told us that our connection would require a bus transfer. I'm so pleased we got that info, as it's a bit schmozzle and we could easily have dallied and not left enough time.
So, from immigration, we collected our bags, passed through customs (fast), walked up ramps to the connecting flight bag drop, outside and turned right for Terminal 4, upstairs, in a line for security, took shoes and belts off, through the scanner, down the concourse to our 'gate', stood in line, onto a bus which proceeded to drive on a four lane 'road' on the tarmac, in between taxiing and starting jets (which was fun for plane geeks) to a very small terminal!
Safely in our correct terminal, we managed to grab our first, awful American coffee.
Why did I tell you that? Just in case you need to transit in LA. It's tough work after a long flight. Patience is required.
We're onboard our American Eagle CRJ, ready to go to Albuquerque.
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