My flight was not cancelled this time, it was not even delayed. It departed promptly at 2.45am. For once, I won’t go into all the details of the journey. Suffice to say that whilst there were no mishaps or delays en route, I arrived at San Francisco airport fairly frazzled after more than 24 hours’ worth of travel. I had to wait about half an hour in the immigration queue, but the official from homeland security was very nice and said physics was his favourite subject.
The customs man glared at me and asked how old I was. I told him, and he muttered something which I think may have been “so you are old enough to travel alone then”. Apparently I have discovered the fountain of eternal youth somewhere in Goa or Mumbai.
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