The trip from KL to Taipei was relatively painless even though my seat wasn't an aisle seat, I had like loads of room as both the seats on either sides of me was not taken... The true horror that was my flight only raised its ugly head on route to LA from Taipei. My new chairmates was a very friendly if large Guatemalan and a very, very, very old Indian lady who couldn't move without a wheel chair. That meant 12 hours of almost no way to get to the toilet (I did manage to go once when the old lady pestered one of the stewardesses to help her), move my legs or even arm rest room...
Anyway once I reached LAX I was ready for the worst. Everyone I knew who had been there, told me I'd definitely get lost as the airport according to their description was the size of 100 football fields and whose corridors rivaled King Mimos's catacombs complete with Customs Agent Minotaurs who'd eat my head at the drop of a hat and then proceed defecate down my throat if i but answer any of their 20,000 doctoral thesis-type questions wrongly... Evidently these people, have never been to LAX, because that wasn't the experience that i had (or actually currently having, as I'm still here). When I got here, there was a bit of a wait at the CBP(I'll define the acronym in a wee bit) counters then i took a 10min walk to my terminal after asking one of the ground crew where the United Airlines terminal was. Anyway, my interview with customs official consisted of just 5 questions.
What's my name? .....Niklas
What am I doing in the US? ...... Doing my masters.
What School am I going to? .... Hult Business School
Who's paying for it? .... My dad.
Am I carrying more than 10 grand us in cash or whatever? ..... No
What is CBP? .....Customs & Border Protection Service
What is DHS? .....Department of Homeland Security
Actually I don't know why the customs official asked me those last two questions or what it had to do with me entering the US but I acquiesced and answered all her questions like a good boy, even her lst two bonus questions after which she stamped my passport and welcomed me into the US. It took me longer to wait for my luggage... Anyway, King Minos's Catacomb Airport, luckily for me a play a lot of video games (or used to anyway) so after 5 minutes of walking around the airport I quickly realized that the airport in GTA San Andreas was a more or less exact replica of LAX! Thank god for me wasting most of my early adulthood snatching cars and doing illegal street racing round the airport (digitally anyhoo)! So finding my way round LAX was a piece of cake... Now as I wait sipping my Americano at Gate 73... I eagerly await my flight to Chicago, my only worry is that my luggage will still be following me once I reach Boston...
Anyway, take care true believers, over and out...
