They say American breakfasts are an experience not to be missed. Somehow in one day, travelling to the USA, I managed to have five breakfasts. Here’s how it happened.
Breakfast one. 5.30 a.m. In the Qantas Lounge at Adelaide airport (tomato juice, one slice of toast with cheese and ham).
Breakfast two. Served on the flight to Brisbane (cereal and coffee).
Breakfast three. I could smell the bacon from the corridor outside the Qantas Lounge in Brissie Airport, so I had no chance. (Bacon sandwich – one slice of bread only).
Breakfast four. On the flight to LA. As we had crossed the international dateline it was still technically today… and breakfast time again.
Breakfast five. LAX terminal 4. They’d run out of hot food before I got served on the plane so I fancied some now, and a breakfast burrito with salsa sounded good. It was.
When I arrived at Washington DC after nearly thirty hours travelling it was finally dinner time. On checking in to my hotel I was informed that breakfast was not included. Good thing I’d already had a week’s worth on the way.