The air gaps doesn't exist! My first cost to coast travel experience in the United States

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Since childhood I have always been the myth of the U.S.. View all the fault of the master had given me and discs with images of New York. Who has not been a child in the mid 70's probably do not even know cos' is a view master, and then is a loser. Lt. Kojak did the rest, but the coup de grace me l 'gave my rich friend who had been to Disneyland or Disneyworld that. I have to go too 'I have to go too' I have to go too '... And I' become an 'obsession, but because of the mess that I have driven I had to wait until 1991 to be able to go.

All 'age was not fitted with a steady girlfriend, but I used some time to have some fun'. All my friends were the cock and did not want to come with me, then I went alone.

The expedition took place in August 1991. I was a poor asshole and did not know how the hell to do to organize itself (considered the world wide web was invented only the 'year later) so I entrusted to a' travel agent making me plucking. The planned schedule was this:

flight Milan - Los Angeles (2 nights)

flight to Las Vegas (2 nights)

flight to San Francisco (2 nights)

flight to New York (2 nights)

direct flight New York - Milan

In every city had planned a series of tours and excursions, including, most were certainly pussies' s Hiking the Grand Canyon in airplane and helicopter tour of Manhattan. All first class hotel, including transfers, a bit 'meals already included, etc.. L 'whole thing came to me to cost 6 million pounds of' age!

On departure day I wake up early to not arrive late at the airport only to discover that the flight was of course late. Once onboard the Captain Kirk announced 2 things: the refueling truck had problems and then we would leave with a further delay. We had a flat tire and then the 'result would change. Replacing a wheel with a 747 is not exactly like that of a change Panda. Moral: 4 hours late. The nervousness had reached critical levels and we were not yet parties. And the best was yet to come: 12 hours of flight! I had an incredible ass to get a seat immediately behind the emergency exits, so there was a row of seats and I could get up and sit down at will without breaking their balls to anyone. Finally we bring to the track only to find that the wind had changed direction and that meanwhile we should have and then take off in the 'other way. Given the high weight Kirk did not want to risk taking off with the wind in the queue. We therefore made the whole track pitch d 'man, we patiently waited another 10 planes that leave before us, and finally to reposition the track. Meanwhile it is now a 'else now ... Well, if you see the morning good morning this trip must' be just a shit.

Kirk finally starts to bring the handcuffs, I would say by ear, more or less than 98% of N1. After an interminable race we are still firmly on the ground and had gone well beyond the point of the GO / NO GO is too big and heavy this deal will not make it never to rise. But amazingly (I think about half a meter before the end of the track) the nose is raised slowly and lazy we deviate from the ground. I did not think 't would! As soon as you turn off the signal of the belts I'm going for a ride. Climb up the whole class trying to transport cattle and go upstairs where they sit a dozen of lucky bastards who travel in first class, but is blocked by a big cock bugger romanaccio that seemed what he does with all those movies that I said Verdone & Co. back to my place and not break the balls. He was funny how these assholes assholes who criticize my stories, sometimes without even reading them. I say to hell with those pieces of shit. After a little 'make a movie but of course the' audio was not working in my seat. Fuck.

At one point Kirk announces that we are flying over Greenland, and actually the windows we could see some nice blocks of ice. Every so often brought her food, but the boredom of the flight was deadly. A fine time Mr Kirk has left. Command and Mr. Sulu. Scott to oversee the engines. Known as 200 of the 747 version also includes the presence of the engine. Please do not traducetemi "flight engineer" as a "flight engineer" because you would be a cock, engineer, from engine, means "engineer" in this case. Then Kirk came to take a walk among us big sheep. Shit, like something out of a fashion magazine with his elegant uniform. Looked a bit 'to Magnum PI and smiled at passengers as if to say: "I'm in charge here ... everything is under control ... do not break my balls ...". As soon as I came in sight, I tried to say "Excuse me ...". I must have read my thoughts because he immediately started with the standard answer: "I'm sorry but the company regulations do not allow visits to the cabin, etc ...." Unfortunately, I have always been very interested in old planes like this. Oh well it was 1991 and the 400 version, with its beautiful EFIS instrumentation, and the loss of FE would come into service only 2 months later.

Fuck. We go and see the Rocky Mountains, then the desert, and finally I heard the engines losing power. It was after more than 11 hours of departure, that the balls. The share decreases and finally the windows we see an incredibly large cities: Los Angeles. As soon as the wheels touch the ground forced around me start with a round of applause, but you can? It 'time to get down. Meanwhile I see the spectacle of vans made in the USA running for LAX. I'm devastated, but excited. The cop at passport control shall not have me considered a risk factor because it made me get straight: I was officially on sacred American soil! After the baggage we can expect a cock (Italian but lives in LA) to accompany me to the others that I found would be part of my party at the hotel. The sun was setting and we were on a giant ring like that of chips with strange machines, giant trucks, el 'air-conditioning at most. The guy started to give us useless information about the city, such that the center is called downtown and that the most commonly spoken language is Spanish in LA.

We come finally to the Hyatt, a hotel very cool (and very expensive) and are assigned rooms. I immediately made the tramp and I brought you my suitcase in the room to save the tip. I was exhausted and totally fucked. Have been about 9 at night, so for me the 6 am, that I was awake for more than 24 hours.

The dinner was not included so I went to see if I find something. C 'was a drinks machine in the lobby and took a Coke: my dinner. They climbed in the elevator and this is the first surprise. I was wrong floor and my room was like the 415 (say) and I went directly to the 315 but without realizing it. The door was ajar ... I was sure I closed it right. It will be the maid? I enter the room and what I see? A great chick wearing only a towel lying on the bed talking on the phone ... It was like a scene from the film! At the moment I realized. I even came to believe it was a kind of welcome included in the price, given the class' hotel, like the basket of fruit or something. And the beauty is that the lady saw me or not, or was a whore ....

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