Klorz Goes to America!

May 17, 2009 16:12

I'm behind. There's no way you're getting daily updates... I'm having too much fun. But Brian and Tracy are at work so here's update 1.


So I changed the alarm on my phone to go off at 06:30 and woke up at 07:10. I'd forgotten to set it once I'd changed it. Bright spark, me. Taxi's due at 07:30. Good job I'd showered before bed. Lee made me a cuppa and toast while I ran round like a headless chicken. I was ready when the taxi turned up. Don't ask me how.

Klorz and I get to the airport.


Check the suitcase, breeze through security, waste a bit of time and head to the gate.



That's my plane that is! That's the very first plane we'll ever get on! Egads I was excited!

And we're on!


I had the window seat. She didn't need one, she's too small to see out the window!

The view.



And we're moving!


Bye bye Manchester!!

Take off!


I'm in the air!!

We broke through the clouds quickly. Cotton wool clouds below us, greyish white blanket above with a strip of blue between.


We sailed on blue.

Above the clouds...


Fucking awesome huh?

I watched 90% of Marley & Me but stopped it before the end, too close to home. The in flight meal was a little dreary but they fed us every two hours. Meal and drink, pretzels and drink, hot roll and drink. 4 hours into the flight I got bored and fidgety until I spotted ice crystals on the inner side of the outer glass. Groovy!

The clouds broke as we hit Canada.


Mile after mile of stark white ice capped hills. Hills, towns, coasts, rivers.
Host of the Seraphim by Dead Can Dance playing as we flew over head. Total serene beauty moment.

We passed a bank of water where the sea cuts into the land and it clouded right over again. No more view for a while. My very first view of the USA was my very first view of Philadelphia right as we dove back beneath the clouds, circling to land.


Hello America!

Border control was fun. Not.
Took me 40 minutes to get through. They weren't in a rush...
Funny story actually.

Officer: "Why you coming to the States?"
Me: "I'm staying with a friend... vacation."
Officer: "A friend from England?"
Me: "No. Philly."
Officer: *looks at me like, how the fuck do you know someone from Philly?* "What's your friend do?"
Me: *looks embarrassed* "Um... he's a wrestler."
Officer: *looks at me like I'm retarded* "A professional wrestler?"
Me: *blushes and grins* "Yeah..."
Officer: *looks at me like I'm shitting him* "What's his name?"
Me: "Brian Heffron"
Officer: *glances at my 'where are you staying' declaration and types furiously on his screen* "Oh... You here for his birthday?"
Me: *victorious smirk* "Yeah."
Officer: *stamps my passport* "Go on!"

HAHA! I had to fucking name drop just to get into the country!

So yeah, after all that I get through, finally find Brian and we're here. Safe and sound.


Nice to know Trainers/sneakers over lines isn't just a UK thing.

Look what's right over the street!


We dunt got none o' these back home.

I love Brian and Tracy. She laughs at me when I spot normal everyday-to-her things in the store. I'm like a kid in a fuckin' sweet shop!

I'm having a blast just being here!

More nonsense, weird shit and fun stuff to follow. That was just day 1...
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