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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, how much money do I have? What in my bank account? On me? In travellers cheques? Jesus! I'm half temped to tell him I'm a crack w**** and am looking to claim of the state to fund my habit. He wants to know where else I'm going and makes me search through the whole of my hand luggage to find the scrumpled up bit of paper that it's printed on. He squints at it and doesn't look convinced that I do not want to set up an illegal company importing illegal goods from the UK. He seems to think I want to stay because I did CAMP AMERICA somewhere back in my student days and register on the system somewhere. Reluctantly he lets me go. Thank you very much! My case by now has been thrown onto unclaimed baggage of course, another queue. Then another queue to get out of the airport! Arrhhh. Then of course Jo Pecci decides to pull me over for another yes you guessed 'random security check'!! What does a terrorist look like these days? Maybe they think I'm a mule. Mr Pecci decides to start emptying out all my creams and lotions whilst my new Primark knickers go flying everywhere in front of everyone passing by. Brilliant. Half hour later I'm on my way. God bless America. Of course I've missed my connecting flight so I wait for 4 hours in the airport. By the time I get to Vegas I'm on another planet. I spend a night on the strip overwhelmed by it all. The lights, the slot machines, the dancers, circus circus, Celine Dion at Ceasers Palace! Oh the pretty lights.......I've been sucked in. I think I'm delirious. I fall back in the door of the hostel only to find someone else in my bed! Brilliant. A 3am slanging match with two Brazilians claiming to speak to English (how did they check in again???) and the manager feels sorry for me and gives me a bed in her room. Result. This morning everybody wakes up wondering who I am and how I have been elevated to such high status so soon, very amusing. I was just happy to have finally got some sleep. So onward and upward after a rocky start in the US of A. I'm going to a BBQ tonight and have booked a trip to the Grand Canyon for tomorrow so god knows what will happen.......
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