...on the US of A.
LAX is a miserable, depressing place. It is grey, unwelcoming and univiting. It feels like the airport that God, or avant garde airport architecture/infrastructure, forgot. This is from what I saw anyway - there could be another glitzier terminal where travellers are not made to feel like cattle.
Starbucks in the US is all about sugar. All they sell are sweet pastries, cakes and danishes. Heck even their soy lattes are made with sweetened soy milk. I'd probably OD on sugar and bounce off walls if I finished that banana nut muffin I bought to snack on.
The Burger King at LAX only has three sizes for its combo meals - medium, large and extra large. I ordered a Junior Whopper meal (six hours in transit makes you do stupid things) and could not even finish the drink and the fries. And we wonder why America has an obesity problem.
US baggage inspectors are great :) Sure, they went through my bag and probably every single piece of clothing I own, but heck, they re-packed my bag better than I did! They even managed to fold my Kathmandu jacket into one small piece and squish it into the bottom of my travel pack. Aah, to have your bags professionally packed...
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