California, Day 6

On Thursday, I said goodbye to San Francisco; while I now love the city I was heading south to Los Angeles to stay with Tim, another friend of mine, in Pasadena. After packing and saying many goodbyes, I headed for the nearby BART station and caught the train back to San Francisco Airport.

BART, Yellow Line: 1129 Civic Center/UN Plaza to San Francisco International Airport, arr 1158

At the airport, however, I was not heading for international departures; for the first time I was taking a domestic flight in another country. I checked in and joined the line for security, which had been so long it was taking up half the terminal; by the time I got there it was a bit more manageable.

Once through security, I was in the airside part of Terminal 3, the United Airlines domestic terminal. In contrast to every British airport, where departures and arrivals are well-segregated, it seems that the norm for American airports is to have everyone sharing the same terminal space.

Thus, arriving passengers were walking through exactly the same terminal space as those waiting for departures, past the same shops and using the same toilets. I guess when it's only domestic flights it's not so much of a problem from the point of view of preventing illegal immigration, but it is nonetheless odd from a British perspective.

That said, customs rules force any arriving international passengers to go through customs and immigration at their first point of landing in the US, thus making airside connections basically pointless and impossible. At first glance, it appears this is so the Americans don't have to redesign every airport in the country.

I bought a magazine and a copy of the New York Times (which is, de facto, a national newspaper) to read on the plane, and then got some lunch, a cheeseburger from Lori's. After that I headed to the gate.

I was particularly impressed with the amount of information provided by United and by the airport: instead of weasel words and apologies we got exact estimates of delays to planes and the reason for them (usually ATC or late inbound aircraft). It is a very small change that meant everyone knew where they stood and weren't constantly waiting for information over the tannoy; personally I find there's nothing worse than not knowing if you're going to be delayed or not.

Also on display at the gate were lists of passengers waiting for upgrades or on standby for seats, as well as information on the type of aircraft and where it's coming from. We were even told verbally that we might be a couple of minutes late boarding; no British airport would bother to alert people to that short a delay. It put me at ease, and we did indeed board a couple of minutes late:

Flight UA698: 1425 San Francisco T3 to Los Angeles T7, arr 1548
Operated by United Airlines using an Airbus A320, seat 31A
Pushback: 1424, takeoff 1458, landing 1559, on stand 1606

We pushed back on time, but then we queued for takeoff on one of the two east-west runways. From our plane we could quite easily see that both parallel runways were being used for both take-offs and landings, unlike, for example, Heathrow, which uses one runway for landings and the other for takeoffs. In spite of the fact that "mixed mode" is theoretically more efficient, we seemed to wait longer than was really necessary, and it took us nearly half an hour to get airborne.

The flight itself, though, was smooth as silk with some stunning views. I had a left-hand window seat; after taking off from runway 28L, we turned south-east and followed the coastline down to Los Angeles. This afforded us excellent views of the San Francisco Bay; while the Pacific side was covered in thick fog the bay itself was clear as crystal.

In particular, it was quite amazing to be able to look back down at the airport we had just departed from and see, clear as day, the runways we'd used, the queue of planes waiting to take off, and even two planes coming in to land simultaneously (not quite side by side, but they landed within 30 seconds of each other on parallel runways).

Most of the journey was clear, and I had a good view over the mountains and into the desert-like plains of central California. Los Angeles itself and the surrounding area were in the midst of pretty thick coastal fog, and the visibility was relatively poor for the last few minutes of the flight; after descending through cloud over downtown LA, we turned sharply to the right not far from the runway, and landed heading south-west on runway 24L.

On arrival into Los Angeles terminal 7, it was another American domestic terminal with arriving and departing passengers intermingled. I headed for baggage reclaim to another surprise: members of the public are permitted to enter as far as baggage reclaim, and so Tim was there waiting for me; I had expected to have to reclaim my bag, *then* go find him. My bag came pretty soon after I got there, and we headed to Tim's car.

San Francisco is one of the best cities in the USA for using public transport; Los Angeles is not. Indeed, the Los Angeles freeway network was started in the 1930s and fully mapped out in the 1940s, before most of the world had even heard of such roads.

While this blog exists primarily due my love of public transport, I cannot deny a strong interest in road and motorway design as well; indeed, my late grandfather played a part in designing much of the motorway network of Northern Ireland (though due to budget cuts in the 1970s calling it a network today is somewhat optimistic). As such I was actually quite looking forward to being driven on Los Angeles's incredible network of freeways.

Our drive from the airport to Tim's apartment in Pasadena took us east on Interstate 105, before turning north onto the 110. The 110 runs from Long Beach, on the coast south of Los Angeles, through the western part of downtown LA, and then up the Arroyo Seco valley (literally "dry river bed") to Pasadena. The portion between LA and Pasadena was the first freeway constructed in the area, opening in 1940, and does not conform to modern standards for Interstate Highways, thus meaning it is designated merely as a state highway.

It's not difficult to see why: some of the junctions are literally 90-degree right turns that have a rather generous speed limit of 5mph, and some of the on-slips are in fact stop lines where cars are then forced to accelerate to full freeway speed in no distance at all! One particular interchange, that between the 110 and the 5, requires traffic from the 110 northbound going to the 5 northbound to curve sharply left in a tunnel (with a speed limit of 25mph) in one lane. These myriad design features inevitably contribute to LA's infamous traffic problems; I'm almost glad that I can't drive, so that I'm not tempted to try in LA.

We left LAX at just after 4:20pm, and the traffic was just starting to clog up for the evening rush hour. Tim decided to put Beethoven's 9th Symphony on and see if we could get back to his apartment before its completion; we succeeded, but with only 57 seconds to spare. (For the record, it was the performance by the Tbilisi Symphony Orchestra.) That said, had it not been for the carpool lanes on various stretches it would have taken much longer.

Tim is a postdoctoral researcher in mathematics at Caltech (the California Institute of Technology), and after dumping my stuff we headed to his office on the Caltech campus, a short five-minute walk away, so he could do a little more work and check in with the world.

After that we headed back to Tim's apartment, where he cooked dinner for us, before Tim headed to the dojo for an aikido training session while I relaxed and wrote some blog. Later in the evening, Tim introduced me to an hilarious British comedy series from 2000 or so, called Coupling, of which we watched a couple of episodes before retiring to bed.