After three years of waiting to come back to SF (I was due to come at the beginning of the pandemic) I eventually arrived. As I’ve done previously I drove down the day before and stayed overnight in a hotel close to the airport.
The Radisson Blu is a maze of corridors which seem to go on for ever. Needless to say I was at the very end of this corridor and as about as far away from reception as I could get.
I had a salmon dinner in the bar before retiring for the night.
Not an early start in the morning and I had plenty of time to catch the hotel shuttle bus before my flight at midday.
After a ten hour flight I landed without incident. I did lose the will to live after about 7 hours but until someone invents a transporter as in Star Trek then it has to be done.
I breezed through US customs after a friendly chat with the officer at the desk and had picked up my luggage withing 15 minutes of getting off the plane.
Clive was at the airport to pick me up as planned despite there being issues with my mobile phone texting and Plusnet trying to charge me £33 for using 41 Mbytes of data within 5 minutes of touchdown despite my £5 cap on spend.
Look at you now making Star Trek references in your blog!
We’ll make a Trekkie of you yet 🙂