Day 26, the day we go home.
Roald and Ouwkes are already busy packing their stuff when Fedor and I wake up. It’s close to 6AM and after a lousy 3-hour sleep I feel like I have been hit by a freight-train.
Ropski has decided that 2 people are more than enough to accompany them to the airport, so he is not getting up.
We quickly say goodbye at the airport and wish them a safe flight without any issues. The moment I say it I already regret it, because I’m sort of known for jinxing stuff.
Fedor and I head back to the Wyndham for a few more hours of sleep, but at 10AM we can’t delay it any longer and we have to leave.
The plan was to have breakfast at Mon Ami Gabi one more time, but we are running late. So instead, we decide to eat somewhere off strip. Ropski thinks that the saw that Bachi Burger also serves breakfast, so off we go. Of course, it is closed, but we also see a coffee company, called Joe Maxx. Fedor makes the executive decision to try it out. We sit down and order a sandwich and a breakfast bagel, but both are terrible. It’s so bad it almost ruins the entire vacation.
The car is running on fumes, but we make it to the car rental. We don’t say a word about the damage (also not about the big dent Ropski made when he parked the car against a big pole that was right behind him). But nobody seems to care at Alamo and after a short bus ride we arrive at McCarran for the second time today.
We get a text from Ouwkes that they had to sit on the plane for an hour before it took off, that the airco wasn’t working and that they had 3 ADD kids at the seats around them. Sorry for jinxing you Ouwkes!
Our flight to LA is bumpy, but we arrive right on time. The first thing we see is a Shake Shack, right next to our gate. Since our breakfast was so awful we make the quick decision to eat their great burger one more time.
Now, we are all experienced travelers, but we have to ask at least 3 times where we need to go for our next flight. LAX is under construction and we are pointed towards a bus that brings us to a pop-up terminal what used to be a hangar, by the looks of it. Here, it also is unclear where we need to go. Our flight number isn’t on any of the screens but we finally figure it out. We wait for 2 hours when we can finally board…. a bus. It’s another 10-minute ride before we finally see our KLM plane. Ropski has got the window seat, and I tell him I don’t want to get up every 30 minutes because he has to go to the bathroom. An older couple behind us starts laughing and I realize we can’t speak Dutch anymore and expecting that the people around us don’t know what we are saying.
I hardly sleep on the flight back home and I feel terrible when we touch down.
We receive a text from Roald and Ouwkes that they are at home, so their 2nd flight was not jinxed luckily.
I’m the designated taxi driver as usual but I’m too tired to drive them to their homes and then back to my place, a trip of about 2 hours, so Fedor drives the first part (slept like a baby on the plane) to his own house and Ropski the second part, so I only have to drive about 30 minutes to my place.
All that needs to be done now is sleep, sleep, sleep.
That’s it! I already said it was going to be a long report. It took me a bit longer than expected, but I really enjoyed writing this down, I hope you liked it.
Final words to Roald, Ropski, Ouwkes and Fedor: thanks for editing/adding comments to this trip report to make it as juicy and accurate as possible but most of all, thanks for this great vacation, I loved every minute of it!
RemCorleone