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We flew American Airlines. Actually, we also flew American Eagle out of Milwaukee. They were the ones who scheduled their pilot with the absolute minimum number of hours downtime between our flight and her previous one. So when it was an hour late getting in, ours had to be an hour late getting out. We were a little worried that our two hour layover wasn't going to be enough, but it was. We got off the plane, jogged up to our gate, and they had just started boarding. We stood there for ten minutes waiting for our turn.
After we touched down in L.A., the plane sat in an alley waiting for a gate to open up. We were a little more worried, because we only had forty-five minutes between flights. We were there for half an hour, so when we disembarked, we jogged up to our gate and got right on the plane.
Other than that, the flights were pretty uneventful. Saw Mt. Wilson from above (which we saw up close, last trip). The sunset lasted a really long time over the ocean, since we were flying into it. It was just dark in Honolulu. After those short layovers, our luggage still made it to the carousel before we did. We were impressed. Not so impressed with the events that made that an impressive feat, though.
We learned that American does direct flights to Kaua'i. That would have been good to know. Would have gained us a day on the island, not having to jump between Oahu and Kaua'i. I had planned on doing a little bit of sightseeing there, but it turned out we did very little. Saw Waikiki beach, and that was about it.
I was surprised at the size of the plane running between the islands. They do a $39 flight every hour, so I figured it was a little commuter plane, but it sat six across. About 120 people. They served guava juice on that flight.
The return flights were less eventful. We left just after sunset, and arrived in St. Louis about an hour before sunset. A six hour flight, IIRC. Couldn't sleep much. The flight was rough the whole way. Just like a bumpy road. No big potholes, just an uneven surface. When I tried to sleep, I kept dreaming I was in a car. I kept waking up because in my dream, the car would be going up and down hills and around curves. But then the plane would not be, so the discrepancy woke me up. We sat up front under the screen where they were showing Rocky Balboa. The bright flashing lights didn't help me to sleep either. Between all that and the rough ride, I didn't get much more than an hour of light, interrupted sleep. We had two hours from St. Louis to Milwaukee. It was bright and sunny, but I slept a lot better on that one.
After we touched down in L.A., the plane sat in an alley waiting for a gate to open up. We were a little more worried, because we only had forty-five minutes between flights. We were there for half an hour, so when we disembarked, we jogged up to our gate and got right on the plane.
Other than that, the flights were pretty uneventful. Saw Mt. Wilson from above (which we saw up close, last trip). The sunset lasted a really long time over the ocean, since we were flying into it. It was just dark in Honolulu. After those short layovers, our luggage still made it to the carousel before we did. We were impressed. Not so impressed with the events that made that an impressive feat, though.
We learned that American does direct flights to Kaua'i. That would have been good to know. Would have gained us a day on the island, not having to jump between Oahu and Kaua'i. I had planned on doing a little bit of sightseeing there, but it turned out we did very little. Saw Waikiki beach, and that was about it.
I was surprised at the size of the plane running between the islands. They do a $39 flight every hour, so I figured it was a little commuter plane, but it sat six across. About 120 people. They served guava juice on that flight.
The return flights were less eventful. We left just after sunset, and arrived in St. Louis about an hour before sunset. A six hour flight, IIRC. Couldn't sleep much. The flight was rough the whole way. Just like a bumpy road. No big potholes, just an uneven surface. When I tried to sleep, I kept dreaming I was in a car. I kept waking up because in my dream, the car would be going up and down hills and around curves. But then the plane would not be, so the discrepancy woke me up. We sat up front under the screen where they were showing Rocky Balboa. The bright flashing lights didn't help me to sleep either. Between all that and the rough ride, I didn't get much more than an hour of light, interrupted sleep. We had two hours from St. Louis to Milwaukee. It was bright and sunny, but I slept a lot better on that one.
