Los Angeles, California
I forgot to mention that before I got on the plane I was of course the only one who got chosen for a "Random security check" which meant a quick frisk and full search of the hand luggage. Any way America! Land of the free home of the brave here we are. Get to customs and queue and queue and two hours later I get to the front. A Cuba Gooding Junior look alike looks down and me and demands to know why I'm in the USA? What my job is? Mother's maiden name, ...