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#9

I counted. When I finally return to Australia I will have taken 16 flights in the last 6 and a half months, and 10 of those will have been domestic flights within the US. *deep breath*

How I feel when I catch a flight in the US

 When I think about flying domestic through the States, 10 FLIGHTS PEOPLE, 10 FLIGHTS, *deep breath*, it makes me want to cry. Or as Dice would say and dramatically re-enact, “have a breakdown”. Today in America, planes are little more that buses with wings. And flight attendants are people with tight smiles who consented to take you from one place to another a long time ago, then forgot about it, and now resent you for it. Dice likes to refer to them as ‘glorified waitresses’, which kind of makes sense. 

I cannot begin to describe the inadequacy and inconsistency of American airlines. If you’ve traveled there, you will know. 10 FLIGHTS PEOPLE. *deep breath*. We rocked up to the airport after a TERRIBLE 1.5 hour bus ride, only to be treated like cattle being herded through the slaughtering process. A particular fascinating tidbit; through security checkpoints, along with all the other forbidden things, there's no snow globes. No snow globes allowed everyone.

I think it's the combination of routinely overbooked flights, the terrible queues and delays and the realization that your 'direct flight' to Houston actually stops in Georgia and then bypasses the Caribbean on the way. Honestly. Not only did we check in 90 minutes beforehand, but our flight was overbooked. I've personally never encountered this before, but I am assured it's a common thing. They had so many seats on the plane and deliberatley sold more, leave us in the poo poo. (Luckily we got on the flight in the end but I had to do some serious damage control with Dice cause she wasn't having a bar of it).

It was a really interesting flight. The attendants were oh so Southern and rather individualistic;

"Welcome aboard 'yall! We're very excited up here cause we're going to Houston! That's right, we're going to Texas"

"The flight time is just under two hours but I know the boys up here like to go fast so we'll be touchin down in the South before you know it"

And my favorite, around halfway through the safety demonstration, one flight attendant grabbed the microphone to say "and blah blah blah blah, le blah blah blah blah". 

Nonetheless, we arrived in Houston in the afternoon, and what a tropical paradise we encountered. A balmy 22 degrees folks, humid and sunny. It was glorious. So far, the city looks to be fairly Southern...Texas, oh Lordy, here we come. 

*deep breath*

Our first meal in Texas - Little Bigs. We were obviously from outta town, the guy had to explain what 'sliders' were (little burgers. And they had a duke box. Summer of 69 and Sweet Home Alabama played for us....yep, we were in southern ranches fo sure.

Sliders 'yall

Texas 'yall

Our hostel 'yall

Till tomorrow 'yall.