Travels With a
Leisurely start because, frankly, we have ages to reach O'Hare. Not to mention the extra hour gained from the the time zone change. Considering the route goes parallel to the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, and the number of signs to places called Something [Harbor|Port|Landing] it's astonishing how much of the lake is visible. Yes, this much: 0. But US-31 is a nice enough rural dual carriageway most of the way (occasionally it's a nasty one that goes through towns) and I got a friendly wave from a chap in a shiny Roush-modified Mustang and the rest areas are nice. Flower beds and suchlike. But wait. What is this?
Donkey in the Cevennes Western Half-Devil Monster Face in Leftpondia - Part 7
|Welcome to Michigan - twinned with the Sto Plains|
We appear to have found ourselves in Indiana, which was an unexpected surprise.
|"Another state, another bin!" said Thomas. "Theatre here I come!"|
- Needs a bloody good clean inside and out, or
- The tax expired nearly four weeks ago, or
- Scrap immediately
Check in. Two minutes. Security. Two more minutes. What on earth is going on? Cheapskates airside only give you 30 minutes free wifi, so after that's gone there's nothing to do except watch the legions of the self-entitled waltz up the desk at the gate and demand whatever it is these people demand. Look out of the window, you berks! What is that, at the end of the jetway? Yes, it's not-an-aeroplane.
Oh wait, they're just parking it now. I hope they've done let all the arrivals out and filled it with petrol and food and stuff already coz we're supposed to leave in 63 minutes time...
|"Hurrah!" cried Thomas. ""Shiny metal bird take Western Half-Devil Monster Face away from Land of Bad Coffee!"|
|"England's green and pleasant land at last" said Thomas. "RADA next, eh?"|