The Lincoln Tunnel
Posted Tuesday, 16 August 2005 |
|  | | I was hellish late; not only had my flight been rescheduled but I was pulled out of the immigration queue and taken to a back room for a grilling about my intentions in the USA. Interestingly, I was the only white person in this back room, including staff. I wasn't allowed to use even my MP3 player so I couldn't call DL to let her know I'd arrived and was still en route but luckily she had enough patience to wait it out and when I stumbled out into the arrivals hall she was sat on the information kiosk barrier.
Walking out of the terminal was like stepping into a sauna; it must've been 90% humidity and, depsite being 10pm, in a similar number of Farenheit. Luckily, even cheap cars like the low-budget rental DL had with her are equipped with air con in the USA so we didn't actually die on the way into town! Sadly I didn't capture much from this evening; I'm crap I know. Suffice to say it was relaxing and fun to get to chat with somebody I'd only known online before.. it turned out she knew a pretty hip late night self-service takeaway and even took me to an Irish bar for a much-needed beer.. magic. | | | Comments |
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