That's it, a good night's sleep and my clock is all sorted thanks to advice from the Octogenarians who insist that jet lag is a modern invention just so that people can show off that they've been on holiday.Never had it in their day.
Apologies to all and sundry for the next few days, a few bookish posts but a few travel ones thrown in and apologies now to frequent flyers for what follows, this will be dead boring but as an infrequent flyer I never cease to be over-awed by the view from a plane.
Getting to Galveston and our waiting ship was a mighty trek fraught with the sort of things that always seem to stalk the Tinker on his travels so I should have guessed that getting seated and settled on the plane at Heathrow was no guarantee that it would ever take off.
I'm always slightly phased by the fact that planes look so sturdy from afar but get close up and personal and there is really nothing to the wing of a plane, sort of wafer thin and all flimsy and wobbly (don't tell bookhound, he's a confirmed non-flyer) Years ago my flatmates and I bought a package holiday to what was then Yugoslavia for £48 all in. We flew with Court Line; from a distance the planes were pink, close up you could see the words Royal Mail underneath the paint, very disconcerting.
Back to Heathrow and I was in two minds about the announcement from the pilot that his stabilisers were faulty.
Personally I'd have been happier if he'd been able to fly without the assistance of trainer wheels but perhaps it was all for the best to own up to the problem whilst on the ground.Good call I'd say.
Anyway, it was everyone off the plane and back into departures while they found another 767.
Having found another one and got everyone back on board we then had the missing passenger scenario. That of course means missing passenger's luggage must be located and removed so by this time Heathrow was seriously losing any attraction it might have had.
I do however love that moment at the top of the runway just before take off when the engines rev up and this time it was a clear day and I had a perfect view of Windsor Castle, a bit of the River Thames and probably Pack Mansions as we gained height and my stomach lurched back into place.
It was only when we reached the U.S. that it occurred to me how neat and
tidy America looks from the air compared with the U.K. which is a
complete disorganised higgledy-piggledy patchwork hotch-potch.
I think this might be somewhere over Oxfordshire, messy messy place.
But just look how immaculate if a bit hazy Ohio (I think) is from 33,000 feet.
Best of all flying down from Detroit to Houston in the late afternoon were the most amazing and impressive views of the Mississippi River and this of course is finally where A Level Geography at last comes in handy, my it's been a long wait.Yes I spotted all the ox-bow lakes, Miss Cassell would have been astounded.
And if I don't win the travel section of the photography cup at the village show this year I will indeed be very upset, I have to be able to beat "A view of Polzeath Beach" with something from this trip surely?