Bad Line Karma
Getting out of LAX turned out to be an interesting experience today. We kept experiencing Bad Line Karma. Have any of you ever had the pleasure?
Firstly, our line out of the plane took twice as long as the other side to clear. There must have been some slow old fogies on our side. Best I could figure out was that someone must have opened a tin of Canned Cream Corn! Sadly, it was all gone by the time I passed by; and the other side of the plane had totally cleared out!
Secondly, the immigration queues at LAX was just ridiculous! I’ve never seen them as busy. I figured that because we were late leaving Sydney, we’d gotten in at the same time as flights from India, China, Guatemala and Singapore. Aside from English, I speak a bit of Cantonese, Spanish and Malay/Indonesian…but no luck with Tamil. So, I don’t know how the Immigration officers were coping; but communication seemed to be a bit of an issue this morning….Aside from me being able to swear (softly under my breath) in 4 different languages, that is…
We’d picked lucky No 8 because DH decided it was going to be a fast queue. I wanted No 9 … which turned out to be a much faster and quicker line being processed than No 8. Yup….all the Chinese travelers had picked No 8 (Chinese lucky number) and I suspect that being asked to look directly into a camera and putting first their four fingers and then their thumb on the scanner was turning out to be much more of a linguistic challenge than anyone could have anticipated. We ended up jumping out of line and into the waaaay back of No 9, which moved much faster. Seems like the Immigration officers had much better luck communicating in Spanish.
Thirdly, when we finally cleared immigration and picked up our bags to clear customs, we ended up in the wrong queue again. This time, I picked the wrong queue. The customs officer in the queue seemed to be much more diligent at working than the customs officer in the other queue.
I sure hoped that this was not a sign of things to come! In actual fact, it turns out that we got our hit of bad line karma in one big dose and never had any other line issues to deal with after this. I figured it was a good trade-off.
By the time we got out of the airport, it was way past midday. It took us over 2.5 hours to get out!
Not quite the start I’d envisaged as I had always thought that we would have been out and at the Farmer’s Market by this time. And we still had to pick up the hire car. Any plans we had for heading to the Farmer’s Market or anywhere else were well and truly shelved. It seemed easiest to get the car and head for the hotel rather than having to deal with peak hour on the 4 or 5 freeway on the way back.
We had booked with Hertz because DH hadn’t quite been quick enough to jump on an Alamo deal. Just.as.well.that.he.booked.when.he.did!
Turns out that Hertz had no spare cars available on a Wednesday either. The courtesy bus driver was telling anyone who got on that there were only cars available if you had pre-booked.
We ended up with a very smelly Nissan hatchback. The previous renters were obviously smokers…
…and with our luggage, I was glad that we hadn’t been allocated the
smart car.
Settling into Anaheim over a late lunch
Our hotel of choice in Anaheim for this trip was the Residence Inn Maingate. We had previously stayed there before and were pleased to head back there again.
Our room..
..and DS made himself at home. I know that we are from DownUnder..but even I have to admit that THIS is ridiculous! I think he had a bit of trouble acclimatizing.
The bathroom arrangements…..
..and after I grabbed a quick shower, we headed out for lunch here.
For me, this is such a typically
Americana place to eat.
Even this
neon shaped as a baseball cap just screams
Americana to me. Although…I’m pretty sure that there isn’t a baseball team out there called Budweiser…
I’d ordered a Shrimp
Po Boy.
Gotta love that cajun remoulade!
DH got a Caeser salad…
..and DS ordered Fish and Chips (
BLIMEY!).
The boys decided that they wanted to head back to the hotel and check out the pool.
Me? I was struggling to stay awake and it was only 4.30 pm. So I decided to head to DownTown Disney to tough it out till proper American bedtime.
Up Next: Downtown Disney at night rounds off our long Day 1

