At the Vancouver American Border
We have filled in so many forms on line to fly via the states in transit only through L.A.
All forms were with us and none of them were recognised by the delightfully happy official U.S. of A. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. (what a mouthful) We considered making a joke about the dis-organisation, however reconsidered when the ‘lady’ that we were dealing with looked like she had eaten her last victims fresh from the very same queue and so we begrudingly filled the forms out all over again. Had several body parts scanned. I am suprised we didn’t have to leave a urine sample and have a saliva swab done too.
I don’t know what all the hoo-haa is about, seriously, we in no way want to stay in your God forsaken rainy hole of a city anyway.
L.A. Airport.
When we arrived it was raining. In transit for 5hours it continued to pour. On boarding it was cats and dogs. At take off it was still hosing it down.
Our impression of this authentic america airport experience was decidedly soggy and tedious.
You can keep L.A.
Stuff it up your jumper and run away with it to mom n’ dad.
