The Tom Bradley Terminal at LAX airport is incredible. Waiting in line at security you can hear every language in the world, and walking towards the gate for my plane there are gargantuan two-story Airbus A 380 planes waiting to take on their 500 plus passnegers each to deliver them to all corners of the world. Qatar Airways, Lufthansa, Tahiti Air, Air France, lined up wing tip to wing tip ready to take off into the clear blue Southern California sky.
My own plane arrives from Auckland, New Zealand - a smallish looking Boeing 777 - ready to take me to London.
11 hours later I found myself in Terminal 2 at LHR with less than 90 minutes to get to Terminal 5 for my flight to Glasgow. With a holdup at Security that I really didn't need - "digital cameras and Kindles are computers and have to be removed from your bag!" Followed by my non-heard response of, "why don't you change your signs to say that?". I made it to the gate with a minute to spare.
An hour later I was sitting in the Starbucks at the Glasgow airport enjoying the free (for an hour) wifi and waiting for my business partner, John C. Brown. A twenty minute bus ride, followed by a twenty minute walk got us to the apartment we rented for our stay.
Glasgow is an old city making a comeback. Our neighborhood is replete with a new Marriott and Hilton hotel, a forgotten car park and a government office building. There is a small 24 hour Tesco Express market a few blocks away where we picked up some groceries. (The apartment did not come with toilet paper.) The showers are good, the beds are ok, and the wifi works. Today we register at the Film Festival and plan out the rest of the week.
More later.
My own plane arrives from Auckland, New Zealand - a smallish looking Boeing 777 - ready to take me to London.
11 hours later I found myself in Terminal 2 at LHR with less than 90 minutes to get to Terminal 5 for my flight to Glasgow. With a holdup at Security that I really didn't need - "digital cameras and Kindles are computers and have to be removed from your bag!" Followed by my non-heard response of, "why don't you change your signs to say that?". I made it to the gate with a minute to spare.
An hour later I was sitting in the Starbucks at the Glasgow airport enjoying the free (for an hour) wifi and waiting for my business partner, John C. Brown. A twenty minute bus ride, followed by a twenty minute walk got us to the apartment we rented for our stay.
Glasgow is an old city making a comeback. Our neighborhood is replete with a new Marriott and Hilton hotel, a forgotten car park and a government office building. There is a small 24 hour Tesco Express market a few blocks away where we picked up some groceries. (The apartment did not come with toilet paper.) The showers are good, the beds are ok, and the wifi works. Today we register at the Film Festival and plan out the rest of the week.
More later.
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