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HI, welcome to the USA West Coast AVC TR.
Breakdown:
Sectors flown – 3
Hotels stayed at – 4
Miles Driven – 1000
Shoes &Lego sets bought – far too many
Now, don’t expect too many photos of soon-to-be-demolished meals (especially airline ones), but do expect details on how good the showers were, tips on premium seating and queueing, and crazy luggage antics.
Day Zero. Yes that’s right not day one yet. In order to avoid ridiculous Monday morning Sydney traffic, and, knowing my luck, a late airport pick up, we decided to stay locally at the Stamford near the airport. With the three of us and our 6 bags crammed into my wife’s Subaru. And that was the lightest it was going to get. We work local, so the car was dropped off for a three week holiday of it’s own.
The Stamford was great. Slight problem at check in. “We don’t have your booking here”. That would be our pre-paid booking. Tip one. Always carry the paperwork. Sorted out within a few minutes. Decent sized suite (this was to be an all-suite holiday, as we didn’t really want to face the prospect of putting Miss 4 yo to bed, and then hiding in the bathroom, or sitting quietly in the dark), and the big plus was this suite had a second bathroom off the living area. Dinner was by way of room service, as the restaurant didn’t open until 6pm, and we didn’t want Maddie to have a late night. We were as far away from the lifts as humanly possible, which was quiet.
Day one saw us waking up in the best possible way. Well, maybe the second best most possible way, depending on your point of view. SMS messages saying “your Premium Economy Upgrade has been approved” YES!! A great way to start. So, a cattle class transfer to the airport, and off we go.
Check in was seamless, and on to the J lounge, with the new kids area. The pancakes were great, if somewhat non-circular.
The flight over on QF107 was superb. Great service, and a very non-full cabin. The FAs even went back to Y to get Maddie’s kids meal. And checked on us regularly to see how we were going.
A 0630 arrival into LAX was Express all the way. We were de-boarded in short order. Fastest way through immigration? Carry a child. “You with the baby!” as we were herded to the USA citizen line, which was just us. Not that Maddie is a baby, but still light enough to carry when required.
So there were were. The US of A. Our transport? Hmmm. I could see 3 limo drivers. One holding a sign with a name like Manuel Rodrigez, one with something like Harrison Ford, and one sign in some Chinese language. Damn. Back to Tip One. Out with the paperwork, and ring Saferide. He was lurking outside as he was told 0600, then 0700, and didn’t expect us out so quick.
Apparently, there are speed limits in the US. It’s just that nobody really takes much notice of them. We were punting along at eighty miles an hour, with the traffic flow. Suits me. Helpful, friendly driver who gave us some very useful tips for our future driving endeavours.
And on to the Marriot Suites in South Anaheim. Certainly not up to the level of the Stamford. A bit tired, and the vanity area had no door separating it from the bedroom. Oh well. Even better was the shower. What is it with hotels and bad plumbing? This shower head was to be christened as the Kramer Shower. Sort of like getting hit with a fire hose. Maybe I could pretend I was in the movie Rambo.
Breakdown:
Sectors flown – 3
Hotels stayed at – 4
Miles Driven – 1000
Shoes &Lego sets bought – far too many
Now, don’t expect too many photos of soon-to-be-demolished meals (especially airline ones), but do expect details on how good the showers were, tips on premium seating and queueing, and crazy luggage antics.
Day Zero. Yes that’s right not day one yet. In order to avoid ridiculous Monday morning Sydney traffic, and, knowing my luck, a late airport pick up, we decided to stay locally at the Stamford near the airport. With the three of us and our 6 bags crammed into my wife’s Subaru. And that was the lightest it was going to get. We work local, so the car was dropped off for a three week holiday of it’s own.
The Stamford was great. Slight problem at check in. “We don’t have your booking here”. That would be our pre-paid booking. Tip one. Always carry the paperwork. Sorted out within a few minutes. Decent sized suite (this was to be an all-suite holiday, as we didn’t really want to face the prospect of putting Miss 4 yo to bed, and then hiding in the bathroom, or sitting quietly in the dark), and the big plus was this suite had a second bathroom off the living area. Dinner was by way of room service, as the restaurant didn’t open until 6pm, and we didn’t want Maddie to have a late night. We were as far away from the lifts as humanly possible, which was quiet.
Day one saw us waking up in the best possible way. Well, maybe the second best most possible way, depending on your point of view. SMS messages saying “your Premium Economy Upgrade has been approved” YES!! A great way to start. So, a cattle class transfer to the airport, and off we go.
Check in was seamless, and on to the J lounge, with the new kids area. The pancakes were great, if somewhat non-circular.
The flight over on QF107 was superb. Great service, and a very non-full cabin. The FAs even went back to Y to get Maddie’s kids meal. And checked on us regularly to see how we were going.

A 0630 arrival into LAX was Express all the way. We were de-boarded in short order. Fastest way through immigration? Carry a child. “You with the baby!” as we were herded to the USA citizen line, which was just us. Not that Maddie is a baby, but still light enough to carry when required.
So there were were. The US of A. Our transport? Hmmm. I could see 3 limo drivers. One holding a sign with a name like Manuel Rodrigez, one with something like Harrison Ford, and one sign in some Chinese language. Damn. Back to Tip One. Out with the paperwork, and ring Saferide. He was lurking outside as he was told 0600, then 0700, and didn’t expect us out so quick.
Apparently, there are speed limits in the US. It’s just that nobody really takes much notice of them. We were punting along at eighty miles an hour, with the traffic flow. Suits me. Helpful, friendly driver who gave us some very useful tips for our future driving endeavours.
And on to the Marriot Suites in South Anaheim. Certainly not up to the level of the Stamford. A bit tired, and the vanity area had no door separating it from the bedroom. Oh well. Even better was the shower. What is it with hotels and bad plumbing? This shower head was to be christened as the Kramer Shower. Sort of like getting hit with a fire hose. Maybe I could pretend I was in the movie Rambo.
