Fourteen hours on a plane from Hong Kong across the pacific ocean and absolute nackered, when finally landing in the city of Angles; Los Angeles.
Here the first ever meeting with US border control and protection. I had been a bit unsure of this meeting and didn't know how those guy's would be to approach.
Thank to the ESTA visa application program, this turned out to be a real easy procedure, so when you are from some of the "good countries" the visa application and granting is very easy.
From LA we had to take another flight, the domestic connection to San Diego from LA terminal 4. The most extreme thing at this point was the time different between Hong Kong and LA, and we had basically not moved in time, only in distance, it was now the same time as on Friday the 22. as it was when we'd left Hong Kong some 14 or 15 hours earlier on the Friday the 22.
In my country side hamlet boy imagination, I had had these funny thoughts about my first ever visit to the US, thoughts that I would feel very different there, and that everything here would look like on television, well some of that was a bit like in TV and then again not. The airport terminal we entered after the border control and immigration stuff, terminal 4, was boring and seemed completely confusing, badly organized and outdated. This can be caused that we are used to Hong Kong, which maybe has one of the best and most efficient airports in the world.
The connecting flight to San Diego I hardly remember, as I dropped in and out of sleep for most of the 28 minutes flying time.
I first got my conscience back when the guy in the seat next to my ticked me on the shoulder a pointed out of the window and told me that this was downtown San Diego.
I am one of those guys who like to show that an e-mail is Sent from my iPad.