The grumpiest Turkish taxi driver this side of Istanbul took us to Heathrow, where we were met by Nicky, Richard and Sally. Charming people all, they gave us a lovely farewell.
Susi and I are at the tail end of man flu. Independently, we cough, sneeze and splutter. It’s not pleasant but put together we generate our own noisy, germ-laden ecosystem. I pitied our fellow passengers.
After some hours, we were in Miami. In retrospect, I was being overly optimistic to expect Will Smith to greet us off the plane in his speedboat and take us on a tour of nightclubs filled with girls in bikinis drinking daiquiris. But surely, we could have hoped for more than this: wearing an overcoat in a succession of queues of people in flip flops and lurid clothing. And at the end of it all, we were lucky to buy a beer in a plastic cup. I felt personally let down.
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