Whoo! So I arrived in Atlanta on Wednesday evening after one hell of a trek to get here. Starting midnight Tuesday I endured a 7 hour coach trip from Plymouth, followed by a whole heap of waiting around at the airport, and then a 8 hour flight over to the States. Tried my damndest to get a ton of sleep on the way and suceeded pretty well,* but was still a complete wreck by the time I got to the Point Of Entry.
Queued up to see the Immigration Officer behind a really infuriating British couple wearing horrid shiny shell suit type puffer tops with a god awful “Country Music Club” insignia emblazoned on their backs. When they were called forward the elderly gent’s wife had wandered off and he tried to get them both through on his own. Had to wait while the missus got rounded up, then wait again when it transpired that she had yet to fill her Visa Waiver and Customs forms in. Tedious, and all the while I was getting more nervous as to whether I was going to be allowed in myself.
Also didn’t help when the booth I was queuing for had two Immigration Officers present, one appearing to supervise the lady at the desk. “Crap!” I thought, maybe she’s going to be extra strict and on her toes now!
As it happened I needn’t have worried, just got asked if I had visited the US before, when, how long for and who was I visiting. At that point when I said my blokey the lady’s face took on an alert expression. Hastily explained the K1 situation, showed my return flight tickets and got my stamp of approval. Yay! Tried not to grin like a loon and raced off, I practically skipped off to hit baggage reclaim, customs, baggage recheck, and then the train to arrivals as fast as I could!
Bill was actually waiting for me at the airport this time (he was LATE in February, and no I will not let him forget that! *wink*), bounced across to him when I spotted him merrily waving. Hoorah! It’s so damn great to see Bill. Happy Kay over here.
*On the coach from Plymouth to Heathrow I passed out splat on the seat with my coat slung over my head to keep out the light and incessant nattering of the Spaniards behind me. Woke up screaming as some great bottom loomed down at me and crushed my head when some lady mistook me for the chair. Think I scared her just as much as she did me though cos she scuttled off down the aisle into the darkness.
Also fell deep asleep in the departure lounge at Gatwick waiting for my flight, luckily I had set the alarm on my watch to go off and it did so just as they began boarding. Phew.