So the head-ache
turned into a splitting headache and prevented me from sleeping for a
long time. Fortunately due to my my body clock eventually kicking in
and pure exhaustion I finally got some sleep, though I believe it was
only 1-2 hours. Then came breakfast and I also decided to watch Red
Dog. Not the greatest film in the world but not completely boring.
Didn't get to finish it due to the plane beginning to land.
Moving on, I
hereby hate American airports. First I didn't realise I needed to
retrieve and fill out a particular form before going through border
protection. So I stood in the same line twice. Getting out of the
international terminal was easy enough from then on including
re-checking in my baggage. But then boom, I end up outside the
terminal on American soil with no easy signs pointing in the right
direction. For example, the fact that departures are a level up.
Anyway I ended up walking around for ages going the wrong direction
multiple times. Eventually, with a little help, I ended up at the
correct terminal and at the back of a really long line.
Americans seem to
be completely obsessed with airport security, even on domestic
flights. Everyone in the line has to strip down to one layer of
clothes. This includes taking off your shoes and removing everything
from ones clothing. Then you get a choice between an x-ray or a pat
down. X-ray is faster so I choose that. This obviously takes a while.
Oh and no liquids period, not that I had any anyway. At-least the
security people were friendlier here then at border protection.
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