On a grey, drizzly morning, we were collected by a friendly, chatty lady and driven up to Manchester Airport. Through check-in easily, the plane took off on time for Kennedy International. I switched my watch to US time and we had lunch at 6:30am and a snack at11. It was a bit frustrating that we came over North America at St Johns and flew down over Boston before turning out to sea and approaching JFK from the south-east. My neighbour pointed out Manhattan as we came down.
Our first encounters with locals were frustrating -they were so hard to understand. In some cases they were downright rude. Through immigration with finger printing and iris recognition, and a long wait for baggage which then, although booked through to Logan, had to go through the queue for customs.
One of the runways had been closed, which meant that our plane was late coming in from Boston and we spent the whole afternoon hanging about. The woman in Starbucks short-changed us, annoyingly, and had to be challenged. The plane took off for a short ride through the gloaming.
A friendly couple who had also come in on the Manchester flight, pointed us to the taxi rank and we were hurtled along the freeway to the hotel. The room was very big and comfortable. Ian couldn't face going to look for food at 1:30am UK time, so we went to bed.
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