I’m typing this from my hotel in Salt Lake City, having arrived safe and sound yesterday via New York. The transatlantic flight seemed to go pretty smoothly and I even managed to get some sleep (briefly); usually I don’t sleep at all on aeroplanes. I arrived at JFK in good time for my connecting flight, but the queues through security were absolutely horrendous and I got to the gate just before boarding started. Anyway, I made it; that’s the main thing.
The flight to Salt Lake City seemed to take forever. By that stage I was over-tired and hungry, not having had time to eat at JFK. But I kept myself occupied competing in a general knowledge quiz against other passengers on the in-flight entertainment system.
Finally, at about 7.15 pm (i.e. about 2.15 am Friday to my befuddled brain) I arrived in a very hot and dry SLC. Very gratefully I climbed into bed, having sent a brief email to my wife to let her know that I was here in one piece. I slept very soundly, but was awake at 4.15 this morning. Fortunately I have a lazy day today while I wait for my colleagues to arrive, one later this afternoon and the other tomorrow morning. Then we’re on the road.