Who ever thought it’d be a great idea to get up at 2AM, to make a 7AM flight departure, needs to have their freckle flossed with the rough end of a pineapple. I’m on holidays and there’s no need for such stupidity – but get up I did.
I dropped off the Silver Stang and headed through airport security manned by a cast of thousands with a combined IQ of an Arctic summers day – the TSA ….. or Thousands Standing Around as I like to call them. The asked me for Government issued ID and after passing my licence back and forth between the 5 of them, it became apparent that Queensland does not have a recognised government as their licences are not accepted – go figure.
My flight into Dallas, Texas went for a bit over 3 ½ hours, then a similar layover with three gate changes between two separate satellite sites and a 2 ½ hour flight time into Mexico City’s – Benito Juarez International Airport, which I have to say was the quickest landing/luggage collection/leaving airport experience I have had in a long while and that was including having to fill out an Immigration form in duplicate.
I got chatting with my transfer driver, on the way over to the Posada Viana Hotel, and he gave me a few pointers on getting around the most populous city in North America, including stopping at La Barrita Marisqueria that’s pretty much one of the cleanest hole in the wall eateries, that throws on a great seafood feed.
Couldn’t help myself on the way home. I found a local dive bar with Happy Hour 20 Peso Corona’s. That works out at $1.06 in Australian “South Pacific Pesos”.