Queues. Lots of them. Queues at Manchester airport to get checked in, queues to go through security. Lots of people in the queue being a bit daft - poking me in the backside with your luggage isnt going to get us through quicker is it? Queues for a coffee. Queues to get on the plane.
Uneventful journey, followed by queues to go through immigration in the US - hardly the Ellis Island spirit these days. Once through those queues, I find out that it is a good job I am out of the country as I might have been round to see Rafa, or at least let his tyres down. Even from the skimpy facts I can get at on my Blackberry I can see that we were robbed.
I begin to follow the Rugby World Cup Final on my Blackberry, with the odd call home to put the phone near the telly. Again, it seems we are being robbed.
Been travelling since 6 in the morning, now 8 at night UK time, but seeing as the so called "sports bar" in the airport hotel wont show the rugby, we decide we are missing queueing - so set off to Chicago city centre on the El. It's just like home, after 2 stops we are kicked off and have to queue for a bus, which takes us the equivalent of one stop, then back on the train. A 45 minute journey takes nearly 2 hours. Still we havent had enough, and decide to queue to pay for a ticket to go up "the world's most recognised building." We queue for a lift to take us up top, this is a true Queue of Queues, chaotic, senseless, cruel - and all this at midnight our time.
Then, up early and another flight to Seattle. Two highlights - another weird air steward to add to my collection - a very strange individual with a home made badge bearing the name "FRED MARY". Now whether he was a Fred on the way to being a Mary, or vice versa, his customer skills could certainly be better.
And something I am finding almost irrestible not to buy. In the brochure it talks about how you can touch his hair, and his leather jacket. It just sounds fab.