In the 'City of the Angels', however, we found a severe lack of angels - we collected our luggage, chatted with a delightful Customs officer who couldn't decide if John was from a Harry Potter movie or Lord of the Rings ... and then we hurriedly pushed our laden luggage trolley to the very furthest terminal, to catch a United plane to Vancouver. Here we waited in a queue of more than 50 people for one of two assistants to acknowledge our bookings - we got on, after queuing for more than 30 minutes, but some transferees eventually missed the plane. Our holdup was the security demon who, refusing to acknowledge that Frances' new titanium knee was the alarm she heard, took her away for a full check of everything!! Even travellers cheques and money were swiped with special clothes (every one individually!) to see if she was carrying drugs!! The plane, when we eventually reached it (it was held up, too) was like a poor-quality council bus with two seats either side of a narrow aisle, and we think we met every passenger on the plane, as the aisle was constantly filled with people waiting to use the single toilet - of 50 people on the plane, 40 stood beside us and talked!!
Vancouver was a quick stopover - we slept (lots!) at a Days Inn, and travelled to our new angels - Affordable travel Club hosts, Pat and Wayne, who have been hospitable beyond belief ... more of that in the next blog, as now we're off to the beautiful Butchart Gardens ... bye!
