By the time I fell into bed I had been awake 30 hours straight. The trip was effortless. You know those days the world falls ahead of your feet like a carpet that has being rolled out before you, like God knew you were coming. I dragged my suitcase down to the tube platform at Leicester Square the Terminal 5 train was sitting on the platform. I sat down and a really interesting man, an American academic sat opposite me and talked to me all the way to Heathrow. Got to Heathrow, no having to wait in line, straight to bag check, straight through security. Decided to eat something healthy before I lost the power of choice on the aircraft. Wandered into Giraffe cafe and met a couple of people I know, Tobais and Toby Motts brother who's name I can't remember. Ate lunch talking to them, they were off to a sking holiday and making a short film about their trip.
Got through to the Gate and sat next to a little chirpy sparrow, really cute and happy, buzzing about, singing his head off sitting right by all the passengers.
The only spare seat in coach was between me and the guy who had the aisle seat in my row! Got my disgusting food first as I am a vegetarian. Tried not to eat it as it always hideous. Watched about four movies during the journey. One pretty dumb one with Drew Barrymore and another called The American with George Clooney who I fucking LOVE. It was a wonderful movie directed by Anton Corbin who is a genius.
I only got bored about 9 hours into the flight. I normally get restless after about 90 minutes and start to compulsive yell 'are we there yet?' at the little cartoon map with a plane on it that they have as part of the 'in flight entertainment'. Normally I whine with disappointment every time I see that I am still near Gottesburg (where the hell is that??) By the time I started hitting on the map we were already in Boston.
Getting off the plane always drives me nuts, standing behind elderly and disabled people who have more overhead luggage than I have brought for my entire trip moving at snails pace towards the door. I had my bag and jacket on my lap when we landed so I made a break for the head of the line and sprung for freedom with the business class customers.
Got to the immigration line and they opened Gate 13 and invited us to head for that officier. I was 2nd in line and he was really friendly for Homeland Security. He laughed when I didnt know which was my right hand to have my mitts scanned and didn't even do the full check before he let me through.
Took really beat up cab from the airport, across Biscayne Bay (that's the bit where you see the full on downtown sky line like Miami Vice or CSI) its really hot. Then into South Beach which is really just a narrow penisula between Biscayne and the ocean. Richards friend Ryan was waiting outside the apartment block. He grabbed my case, carried it upstairs and threw the keys at me at he sped away.
I didn't unpack before climbing into bed. I lay under the rotary fan staring up but it reminded me of a scary film I once saw called Jacobs Ladder so I got freaked out, turned it off and fell into the heat.
Im coming next time
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