My journey so far has been fairly uneventful. The flight to Houston, was long, dull and cold- I do not like ac. The air hostesses reminded me of Stepford wives, mechanical in their actions, their painted faces in a permanent grin/grimace. My body and mind were confused by the 10.5 hours of sunshine during the flight- would it ever get dark again? I braced myself for the interrogation I was led to believe I would experience at American customs. I was instead greeted by a friendly and welcoming customs officer. Probably something to do with my gender, colour of skin and
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