1 Travel to JFK 12th June 2025


Travel to JFK 12th June 2025

All went to plan.  We returned the hire car that we had been using the past couple of weeks to rental returns at Gatwick dent free and with a battery charge of 80%.  The check in, courtesy lounge, boarding and flight were seamless and smooth.  There were of course a couple of blips.  I had left my headphones at home so bought some new ones, with an old school cable; that would save power on the trail (keeping it positive 😅).  I also hesitated in buying a pair of Oakley sun glasses.  I just couldn’t justify the price, even if it was duty free.

The whole flight was fine too.  Norse Atlantic flew 787 Dreamliners with psychedelic jet lag lights which looked pretty and took my mind off the turbulent decent into JFK.  It was 30 degrees and the air was active.  Then the luck ran out on landing and jolts in the temporal force of the Universe began to appear.

The gate wasn’t available and so we taxied and spent a lot of time waiting for a new gate to appear.  Then after disembarking there was a long wait in the immigration queue.  And once through, there was a hell of an effort to get to the hotel - poor signage, the courtesy bus wasn’t there and when it did arrive the driver complained and just wanted to quit his job.  He didn’t though and once at the hotel, the curse refused to lift.  Long queues, no WiFi, noisy a/c and worst of all, NO trade marked free Cookie 🍪 to take away the many holes in service - anyway - we watched some tv and ordered a chipotle and it all seemed to get a bit better.

Oh and Sally felt warm towards me at Gatwick. ❤️





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