For an Englishman to take a road trip in California, he first has to get to California. This is not quite as simple as it may seem.
First, there was getting to Manchester airport, then the seven and a half hour flight to New York. This wasn’t so terrible ~ right up until I had to go though US immigration. I knew this was always bad, which is one reason I only took carry-on luggage with me ~ no frustrating wait at baggage reclaim, walk off the flight and directly to customs and immigration. Important tip; there are stores in the USA, only ever take carry-on luggage with you.
I had a two-hour layover before my connecting flight from New York to San Francisco, and going through US immigration and customs used up most of that. Of course I then had to go back through security before I could get into departures for the San Francisco flight. I was the very last person to board that aircraft ~ they closed the door right behind me, I had made the flight with five minutes to spare.
After Newark, San Francisco airport is nice. From San Francisco I had another flight to John Wayne airport in Orange County. That was the easy part, I even got to sit next to a cute girl on that leg of my journey.
Arrived in Orange county at around eight thirty pm. Walk right off the flight across the road to the car rentals in the parking garage. Maybe because I was tired I was talked into a car upgrade, and came away with a Dodge Challenger. Trust me, an Englishman shouldn’t ever drive a black Dodge Challenger.
Maybe because I was tired I got totally lost on the way from the airport to where I was staying that night. I spent quite a while driving up and down Orange County backroads. Eventually arrived at my destination around ten pm.
Total travelling time, door to door, including endless hours standing in line, 36 hours.
Air travel is all about standing in line.