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Arlanda Terminal 5
Buh-bye, Stockholm Sweden! (Hello America) The moment I've eagerly have waited for has finally arrived. I arrived at the Arlanda Airport this stunningly beautiful spring- morning and quite early I got singled out during the safety-check. I was the only one travelling alone and I was all dressed in black. I had to answer several more “innocent questions” than the others standing in line. The flight itself contained no surprise. The in-flight food was not the best I’ve ever had, but they usually aren’t. It was a smooth ride on the United Airline’s flight to Newark, NY.
I managed to get some well-needed sleep and woke up just before we were to land.
Now I had to pass the dreaded border-control.. Yet once again I was singled out.
The officer took my passport and went over to a colleague and they were discussing something quite deeply. I, then, had to undergo a quite intense questioning while still standing in line, but well at the desk it was all smoother. Apparently they found me harmless.
I got my luggage, went on the monorail to the domestic terminal C at Newark where the next interesting thing happened;
Soon this'll be me
In just 45 minutes it'll be me who are sitting on an flight from Stockholm. I wonder how many onboard this flight who are going on an adventurous trip such as mine. When I was about to enter the security for the 2: nd flight an old Indian gentleman was working with checking the boarding- passes before entering the actual security-check. When I approached him he did the Christian symbol to me and said “Bless you, holy- man” with his heavy accent. (See, not everyone thinks me a crook, it just takes a very keen eye to realize my true nature) He asked me if I were a priest and I merely told him “No, I am merely a bringer of peace, love and understanding”. I *do* know that it sounds a bit corny, but the sincere happiness on his face made it all worth it. Corny apart; it *is* true through. May he live long and prosper.
The first true snack I Just Had to take was at Dunkin’ Doughnut. Yum! Not savoury, but a Dunkin’ is a Dunkin’
The flight over to Boston was uneventful, almost pleasant. Enough legroom to not giving me a hard time and after a very brief wait for the luggage I went straight over to Hertz’s to get my chariot o’ fun.
There the fun ended.
Dunkin' Coffee and Doughnut
It's not healthy, I know, but that's not why I bought it. Boston at rush- hour, no GPS, only a print-out of directions. I wouldn’t recommend that to any enemy in the world. The traffic was, intense doesn’t cover half of it, horrible. People was driving like madmen, zigzagging all over and that would have been fine if I hadn’t been for the fact I had to pay attention to where I actually were going. Oh, did I forget to tell.. It had started to rain as well.
Somehow, after about 1 hour I managed to reach my first destination where I were to meet up with my first hostess. Covertly, covered all in sweat after the drive, I met Tracy, and we went further on to her address.
After I had installed myself we went out for some food and drinks and we had, genuinely, a truly a remarkably great time!
Tomorrow it’s time for some activity around the Boston-area.
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Välkommen!
I wouldn't want to be in that traffic situation either. Borderline Mumbai. Drive safe and enjoy!