The flight is at noon, and we’re all told for US flights to get to the airport early. I also left home early to try to beat the rush hour fight for taxis. Of course there was no wait for taxi, no traffic, and no queue for check-in either. Sod’s law, eh. I also got upgraded to premium economy, bulkhead seat to boot. I was at the gate already at 10am, two hours before departure. Luckily the gate wasn’t busy and I had a relatively quiet corner where I could charge my phone and read for a bit.
The flight was completely full, so I was especially grateful for the upgrade. Didn’t really get a lot of sleep, just odd naps here and there. Watched Black Panther, The Post, Inside Out, Pitch Perfect 3, there was nothing interesting on the tv channel. Listened to Tchaikovsky’s piano concerto #1 twice too. Dinner was a nice beef tenderloin with chocolate ice cream. Lunch was seabass and fruit crumble. I only drank half a glass of red wine the entire flight.
Touched down around 2pm at ORD. Long 15min taxi, then 2 queues for immigration–one to scan passport, one for the human agent interrogation with only two agents there for the entire queue. The agent this time was more thorough than the past couple of years, sometimes I get the feeling they don’t want people to visit.
Luggage claim was utter shambles. Honestly, American airports are the worst I’ve even encountered, not even up to third world country standard. Every single luggage belt was full of people and bags. No staff there to organise the bags so they were stacked on top of each other. My first bag only came out when I reached the belt, considering I’d been at passport control for so long. I waited and waited for the second bag. Then the belt stopped, just stopped. Three times. With bags still coming out, stuck on the conveyor belt bit before they reach the carousel bit. The poor airline staff member there was trying to help passengers and talking on her walkie-talkie to get someone from the airport to come and restart the belt. She was saying she was tempted to get one of her staff to climb up and grab the stuck bags.
I finally managed to escape just before 4pm and headed to our usual meeting point at the car park to meet Car. Rush hour traffic meant a long drive. Dinner was pizza (yay!!!) and half of an Andy’s frozen custard. I got 4 of the seasonal blackberry concrete and stored them in the freezer. I find the blackberry one is available until around early- to mid-July so I want to make sure I have enough supplies for my entire trip.
Bed at 9.30pm.