Christine and I are currently taking a brief respite in London’s Heathrow Terminal 3 before taking our onward flight to Oslo, Just two more hours, so I thought, heck, what a great opportunity to start a blog post.
I will try to keep it brief, I know I can be very long winded. But a few lessons learned from our travels so far:
The check-in line at Hertz on a holiday weekend should be considered penance for a lifetime of sins. Christine earned her penance standing in line to pick up a rental car and then dealing with a nosy Hertz employee interrogating her with a variety of totally outrageous questions…
- "Should I add your husband to your rental?”
- “Shouldn’t your husband be driving?”
- “Don’t you have a husband?”
- “Don’t you want a husband?”
On the flip side, the shuttle driver for Hertz was amazing! She took no prisoners, cutting across lanes at LAX, blasting her horn at slow cars, and putting the pedal to the medal. If I was in her path, I would be totally appalled, but since she was on our side, I was totally enthralled.
Europeans tourists believe that the ultimate vehicle for a picture perfect SoCal vacation is a convertible. Driving down an open PCH taking in the sea air is one thing, the reality is being stuck in crawling traffic on the 405 in 90+ summer heat.
Last but not least, I do want to get to the title of my post. Our flight from LA to UK was absolutely packed, with the majority of our fellow Americans traveling directly to the UK to spend their 4th of July holiday.
Just how does an American celebrate Independence Day in the UK? Going to Buckingham Palace to flip King Charles II the bird? I just find that just a tad bit ironic…
Next post hope to be writing from Norway, until then!
Joe
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