We braced ourselves for Customs and entering the USA. Well, we would have done if we’d had time. It was around three minutes from stepping off the plane to having our passports stamped. It was then relatively painless to get ourselves through screening to the connecting flight, although it certainly took most of the two hours we had to do it in.
The second plane was way smaller (maybe a 50 seater?) so no quite so luxurious as the previous flight and I certainly felt every bump along the way. However everything had gone like clockwork and we were now on the home stretch. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, our luggage had enjoyed itself so much in Washington that it decided to spend the night there instead of following us to our final destination. Some fifteen hours later it eventually caught up with us, but not before I’d spent a fraught night imagining the worst (not helped by lack of sleep which made me feel like I was swaying on the deck of a small boat in high seas).