Once we got to LAX we went into the Red Carpet lounge (oh the beauties of having a mother who is Koru Gold). The lounge was actually really lame..they had run out of food and put all the good liquor away which was wildly disappointing.
I was expecting to have a naked photo taken of me at security due to new heightened security measures that require you go in the naked body scanner or be subjected to an intense pat down (basically a groping), and however disturbed I was by this I still felt a little cheated when they just sent me through the metal detector and on my way. Maybe I'll get my chance on the way back.
Once we got to the gate we separated, Kevin had got his flight with airpoints and paid to upgrade to business class (ie. 5 inches more leg room) and we hadn't. When we went to get on the plane however, mum's boarding pass was scanned and a flashing red light and an unpleasant noise went off. I assumed that something ridiculous had gone wrong and we were going to be bumped from the flight or told our booking was wrong. My heart quite literally sunk.
Turned out to be quite the opposite, they had upgraded us to first class (also the result of having a mother who travels a lot) which was magnificent. I have never in living memory travelled in first class (I did once as a toddler apparently) and it was beautiful. Despite not having paid for first class I immediately found myself rising above the common folk in the back of the cabin, complaining about my light going off, and how the warm towels they brought about were just too wet, not at all up to first class standards.
Kevin's face as he walked past us and realised we had been upgraded without him was at the same time hilarious and heartbreaking.
First class was everything I hoped it would be..big seats, free drinks in actual glasses, a meal made to order from a menu (Vegan option please and thank you) along with proper cutlery, a cloth napkin, and even a frickin tablecloth on the silly little tray table. They even gave you a freshly baked cookie after your meal.
It was beautiful.
After we had finished enjoy the comforts of first class which are most likely never to be repeated, we touched down in Mexico City. The view as we landed was breathtaking, quite literally, I was awestruck and have no words to describe it. Millions and millions of little lights further than I could see, as well as huge shining monuments and giant mountains raised out of the neon sea. That was when I got quite excited.
Turns out, Mexico is in the tropics but gets absolutely butt clenchingly cold at night time and at this point it was just after 5am. I shivered my way through customs and security and we got into a taxi to our hotel. Being in a delightfully misogynistic country all questions are addressed to Kevin, who is the only one of us who doesn't speak Spanish to save himself, and has adopted a permanently confused expression unless it comes to food or drink, at which he is incredibly proficient.
The hotel staff told us we would be able to get into our room early at 9am which left us with 2 hours to kill. We had some breakfast at the hotel and went for a wander to a nearby monument to check out where we are.
Ruben, perpetually too kind, was convinced by a street merchant to buy a marionette and was surprised by the amount of porn magazines on show. In fact one of our locals shops is a Sex Store with mannequins in the window dressed up in all number of Strap-On-Gag-Leather-Whip-Bondage combinations.
By this point it is 9am and we haven't slept at all. We drag ourselves back to the hotel to get into our rooms, only to be told that the guy who promised us an early check in was wrong and has finished his shift.
So for the last two hours I have been floating about in the lobby trying to avoid napping on a couch. Luckily I discovered the wifi, it has been my saving grace.
Time to check into our rooms finally and take a well deserved nap, thank god.
Merry Christmas!
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