|Letter from Los Angeles
||Wednesday | 9 September 2015
Los Angeles, California: We spent the day
in Hong Kong, flew out at 5p on Wednesday and - with the time change - arrived
into Los Angeles at 3p the
same day. Why do I not feel two hours younger?
Since we had been in Hong Kong for three days and had yet to eat (much) Chinese
food, we hit the streets this morning in search of grub and a few last-minute
Don't ask me where this restaurant is located. Pretty sure I would never find it
again. It was decent and it was cheap.
Popular with office workers
Grilled chicken with rice
"Vegetarian" tofu with oyster sauce. Huh?
We braved the streets near our hotel, avoiding the hawkers trying to sell us
tailored suits, "copy" handbags and "copy" watches yet again. I finally convinced my
too-polite co-traveler to follow my stance: simply ignore their solicitations.
Don't look at them. Don't respond. Do not take their business cards. Pretend you
do not speak English. Just keep walking. Avoid any connection and they just leave you alone.
I popped into a convenience store to buy Leo a bag of
candy his Mom used to enjoy at the same age. This is where I found the potato
chips from the box I photographed yesterday:
Saw. Did not purchase. Way too many unpronounceable ingredients... which usually
indicate a very delicious salty treat that probably no one should ever
consume... but I sure would have liked to try just one. Oh, wait, you can't eat
just one, right?
Dave and I had one little reminder of the track meet at Hong Kong International
Airport - our most recognizable athlete shilling cars. I don't care if
the world's fastest man Usain Bolt is
advertising bug spray - just so our sport is out there and people are seeing a
face of a runner.
Again we had business class "pods" (that make into beds) for our return flight
to the states on a Cathay Pacific Boeing 777. Champagne was flowing, we were
served a lovely meal, I needlepointed and then slept the rest of the night away.
Cocktails and warm cashews, followed by an appetizer of smoked salmon with
asparagus and a salad. There were four dinner choices (seafood, steak,
chicken or veggie pasta), then a cheese/fruit course, then Sacher torte and
After traveling to Beijing, Taipei, Manila and Hong Kong, we had the worst
airport experience at Los Angeles International this afternoon. Up and down
and up and down so many escalators to reach immigration (into our own
country), then a huge line to use a self-service kiosk to our passports
and have our photo snapped. After this exciting experience, a print-out of
our faces was spit-out and we moved to yet another line to clear immigration
(into our own country). We were one-hour out from landing just to clear
immigration. Every other country we have visited on this trip, we had
cleared customs, immigration, and were at the hotel bar before an hour had
passed. After clearing immigration in Los Angeles, we had to line up again
to clear customs. Never mind that we did not have to stand around and wait
for our luggage - we had only carry-on. With nothing to declare at customs,
we were waved through, but we still had to wait twenty minutes for this to
I feel so bad for foreign visitors to our country. If we had to wait 90
minutes in the USA line, imagine how long foreigners have to wait.
Ninety minutes after touchdown, we were in the taxi line and after another
45 minutes, we were FINALLY smothered in kisses by our two favorite
Leo loved his Chinese pajamas and both kids loved their
Duck-shaped towels from Michael & Mary Ellen (in
Taiwan). Lucy has changed so much (can show you where
her nose is located - genius!).
More photos in a day or so. This Bubbe is going to bed.
Until my next update, I remain, your USA correspondent.
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