Chicago; Thursday, 18 April, 2019

I’d worked from home in the morning and then headed over to the airport on a half days leave.

A smooth and relaxing journey through the airport and then a long walk out to almost the furthest gate at the airport, with the plane leaving from the C Satellite terminal.

The flight pushed back on time and we started our long journey across the Atlantic, which was event free, smooth and comfortable.

We landed into Chicago at sunset and after a long taxi finally parked up on a stand close to the centre of the international terminal, so after disembarking it was only a short walk to immigration and what looked like long queues, but thankfully they were moving very fast and I was already through immigration and at the baggage reclaim belt before my bag finally made it round.

I grabbed my bag, left the terminal and headed over to the metro station to catch the train into town. Of all the parts of the journey this felt like the longest – possibly because my body was now feeling the effects of it being 3am back home and over 15 hours of travelling.

Thankfully it was only a very short walk from the subway station to the hotel where I was able to quickly check-in, head up to my room and head to bed for a well-earned sleep.