The kids being in cardboard boxes is slightly alarming, if dwelt on. So best not to dwell.
In the land of everything I'm sure anything that might occur can be fixed.
On board I took the hint I'd already used up my daily word allowance.
So far, our air person, Whoopi Goldburg, has more than fulfilled my stereotype of an Americano. She called me ma'am, she can't quite understand Pierre, she told my neighbour he sounded and looked like a Beatle (he does a little bit, just needs a haircut), has perfected customer service (truly makes other nationalities seem stand-offish) and is super-size!
So, with those thoughts logged, back to Captain Phillips (which is a right swashbuckler).
....and lo, we're here! 10hours zips by when your last flight was 23!
Great view of the North West mountain range as we flew in
And a quick realisation in the airport that as friendly as air stewards are, security staff are as severe!
It's now 19.24 US time, so for the second weekend running we've missed a nights sleep. The best cure for that can only be a jaunt tomorrow on our two wheeled companions, who were unscathed from their transit!
We're staying in a fun castle venue for our first night, reputedly haunted! I intend to sleep like the dead so they'll be right at home in our room.
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