Live Slowly. Die Old. Arrival…in Boston
It hasn’t taken us 24h to get from Terminal 5 to Boston (which is quite surprising given that it did take me 36h to get back from Holland last week) – but we have clearly had better things to do since we arrived than blog all the time. Plus it’s fun to feed you bite-size chunks and leave some cliff-hangers.
Anyway, “so here we are” as I seem to say every time a camera is pointed in my direction. If you want confirmation that we did leave T5 and have arrived in Boston I am pleased to present 39s of unedited banter.
The observant amongst you may notice my trademark sway. If you were hoping for hand gestures instead, blame the fact that I was holding on to my bag. Either way, it’s a sign that I was quite excited to have finally arrived (there were no attractive girls around, so it can’t have been that…).