Thanks for popping in.
All back safe and sound.
Packed planes, wedged between big guys on both the flight from Albuquerque to Dallas, and then Dallas to Heathrow,
(which would sound quite appealing in any other setting except American Airlines Economy!)
Good to be home, I can tell you!
We had a little fiasco at Albuquerque Airport.
Never had an issue there before, they’ve always been pretty friendly there, but the guys we dealt with this time had obviously just recently graduated from the
Steve and I both stepped up to the passport guard.
I had both passports and handed him one.
“You’re in the wrong line! You should be in Pre-Check! (?)
Go over there!”
So Steve and I both made a move towards the area he was pointing at.
He goes for Steve, “Hey! Where’s your passport? You gotta show me your ID, sonny!”
“You just checked his passport.” I said, “Do you want mine?”
Well, he nearly hit the roof. Which just goes to show that nobody likes getting caught out, do they? He had actually not even noticed that the first passport I handed him was not mine but my brother’s.
Homeland Security couldn’t see the difference between a 6’4” rugby playing MALE and a 5’8” middle-aged FEMALE.
Anyway, you’d have thought we had committed a crime the way they barked at us and shunted us around. I was shaking by the time we got to the area where we had to shove our hand luggage through the scanner.
And I KNOW you can get impolite people everywhere, and I KNOW we have them here too, but civility costs nothing, does it?
When we were at Heathrow leaving the UK two weeks ago, there was an elderly American couple in front of us at the hand luggage inspection area, where you have to take your shoes off and they check for liquids, etc.
Well, you would not believe how many bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, face cream and cosmetic gear came out of her hand luggage. It was like a tardis! And I’m talking economy size bottles, not travel set!
It was like a serious cosmetic haul from Boots !
The English officer assisting them never flinched, never chastised them, never raised her voice. never said, “You should know this by now!”, nothing. Just quietly explained that it was not possible to take all these liquids on the plane, suggested that they should check it into the hold, because it was, after all, an expensive confiscation. The American women had a big fat go at her, and the American husband tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
I can only begin to imagine what would have happened to me if I had tried that trick at Albuquerque.
I think Steve would have jumped the barrier !!
Anyway, happy to be back in Blighty. Dave was there to meet us;
it was great to see him. And I sense that he is happy to have me home too.
So tomorrow it’s back to work.
Actually, I’m looking forward to getting back in the saddle.
Got some cool new ideas kicking around in this head of mine
that never sleeps.
Now to contend with ye olde jetlag.
I never set my watch to U.S. time all the time we were over there.
I wanted to know at a glance what time of the day it was in Daveworld, so I would know whether I could call home or not.
Did I switch off? Not really.
Did I read a book? Not one page.
Did I have fun? You bet!
One last little anecdote from White Sands.
It was bright, very very bright in the searing sun and the white dunes. As we were walking back along the walkway to the car,
a lady was coming towards us.
“I have been told there is a lizard out there with a blue tail.
Have you seen it?”
“Who said that?” came the instant response from my brother, squinting into the sunshine.
His humour is quick, rare and wonderful.
Love & Hugs,