My first footprint on the United States soil... U.S.A. travel review

The trip was divided into two parts: a trip to NEW YORK to visit the metropolis and a car journey to the North to explore the Great Lakes.
A NEW YORK was given the first week and the rest of the trip is spent in the car rented at the airport in Newark.
The whole trip was organized online: air travel, car rental, hotel in NEW YORK.
room nights during the trip in the car were not booked.
The journey was born from the idea of celebrating the end of middle school my son Hector wanted to be a kind of initiation rite, lived among men, father and son.

Technical data: we have traveled 3219 miles by car (5182.59 Km), the fuel cost $ 332.42 with a mid-sized car, in hotel room nights have cost on average $ 87.5 per night in the North and $ 100 in NY; overall (including gifts for friends and relatives) we spent about 4500 Euro.

 

Adrenaline...

We arrive at the start already out of breath and pain because one of my thesis to "lightness" organization, we did discover two days before the start that my son had to have his fourteen-year digital passport is not enough that he was placed on mine as for most other countries!
Luck, the time now to stop the desert of users and operators of kindness strordinaria Police have allowed us to obtain the coveted passport in 24 hours!
The fight has continued throughout the first day: to take the train from Racconigi CN (Micah had the alarm back 10 minutes ...); to find the shuttle to Linate, to overcome the various controls and go by plane, to orient to Heathrow (stopover) to orient in Newark and take, finally, the shuttle that we had to deliver to our comfortable Hilton Hotel.
Arriving in the room and find all that space in the room and all those fluffy pillows on the beds was great.
The window, overlooking the lights of the airport gave us good night.
Hector falls asleep between the cushions sank after exactly one minute.
I fall asleep thinking that is the first time in my life that I go to sleep after I woke up and having breakfast: miracles of the time zone.

New York: the amazement

Arriving by bus to NEW YORK and ejaculation.
Getting off at Port Authority and, on foot, we go to Times Square.
A genuine delusion of lights, sounds, smells.
The towering skyscrapers, with the most unlikely shapes, one higher than the other, competing steal in the sky.
Like being in a cartoon, where the buildings bow and come to talk to you.
The many centers of porn videos are almost naive in the face of the countless pornography bold and huge advertising screens, perched on the shiny glass and steel buildings.
The hotel entrance is very beautiful: there's also a nice fountain zen. The room is terrible, no light nor air: in contrast to the usual air conditioning not regret the winter.
Afternoon wandering around in this amazing neighborhood, which distills the best and the worst incident.
Shops, malls, Virgin Store, Hard Rock Cafe and, finally, the Center Apple that seduces us with the new I-Phone, a true object of desire.
I go out with the unspeakable hope I ruby my old cell phone ...
Lunch with grilled meat cooked on the street, we were not even in Istanbul.
Delicious dinner with Brazilian experts.
But why do we persist in living in Racconigi?

Rain and games in NY

Gloomy day that brings us to Down Town, where we try to dispose of the residual jet-leg.
Delightful walk along the sea, but Hector does not like because there are no shops (sic).
Not Liberty Island for today: it's late and raining.
We have spent in a crazy time dedicated to adults playful. Mega TV anywhere to watch the games: I see a front even the toilet!
Then play fee: just fun.
In the afternoon we go to Macy's to compensate for the shortcomings of the shopping center of the child.
Will be tired, but it disappoints a bit '.
Rest and then dinner seemed in a mock Irish pub.
Nanna ....

A people of merchants

Continue to drizzle.
We try to get the edge by helping us with a breakfast worthy of the name. Hector were filled with two eggs, fried bacon on a bed of fries, and ending with fruit salad and a pint of orange juice.
This huge pile of calories we can skip the lunch (a banana) and land, sadly the dinner in a "Chicken Bar, where there are two chicken dishes squallidissimi tasteless, and no beer!
Today the first purchases.
Some items perverse delight in their "superfluous" and a beautiful plush yellow of the Lakers for Hector.
Visit the Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center: The American economic power.
The first churches. I find that to enter you must first disentangle between "shops" and "bar", which probably serve to sustain economically the House of God: the dictatorship of money that must undergo every American.
A half day visit to the Central Library to reconcile with these people a bit 'too prosaic. The things you make do, however, do just fine ...

Rain and museums.

The rain increasingly dense convinces us to focus on museums.
My unreliable sense of direction, plus the fact that the "Streets" on the sides of Central Park is divided into East and West, has led us to miss the Harlem.
A nice Puerto Rican barber tried to persuade Hector to get their hair cut: he has resisted, fearing a cut too "black".
Long walk in the rain to pass through Central Park.
Are now 12.00; we are tired and freezing: we allow ourselves the luxury of a taxi.
$ 8 including tip and we are faced with the Museum of Natural History.
Beautiful.
More than beautiful, spectacular.
Quick sandwich in a tiny little bar at three in the afternoon!
There is still time to try and find the Roerich Museum.
We find and seems to enter another world.
It 'free. It 'set in a charming cottage, which seems transplanted from a suburb of London. On three floors you can meet his paintings set in rooms furnished with furniture and furnishings sure of that curious intellectual, mystic and painter of the last century.
It's very charming, warm, welcoming.
While visiting a girl in religious silence practice yoga in front of a painting, other people seem to be trying the bars of a play.
We go out loads of postcards, posters and much recognition.
Tired, we end up dining in our place for breakfast: a yoghurt and fruit.
Now to bed to read a bit ', enjoying the warmth of the sheets dry.

The other New York

Today we finally decided not to visit the Statue of Liberty will go instead to China Town!
Hector wants to make one thousand purchases in the shops mentioned in the guide.
Let's see the goods displayed strangest and "smears" the most ignoble: Should raport anthropological study between Chinese and Neapolitan ...
They range from dried fish stores, the greengrocers selling only fruit ever seen, and the inevitable world's most health food stores.
Hector convinces me to make me a massage for your back more and more painful.
And 'one of the most painful experience of my forty years, but maybe useful. passed an initial stunning, I think that the shoulder should be its best.
While I come cleverly tortured my son manages to board the beautiful Chinese guy at the reception and you give a restaurant to eat (Shanghai Cafe - 100 Mott St).
It reveals a good advice: never eaten so well and so much for just $ 14!
After lunch I have to convince him to get their hair cut.
The experience was pleasant hand dell'inserviente that washes his hair and massage along the scalp. The cut is well done but not eccentric as he wanted. Price $ 23 compared to $ 58, which we had asked in the neighborhoods more "in".
We are rolling again, in high spirits, to visit the Lower East Side, East and West Village.
All places very pleasing, especially the two Villages. Hector bought two nice shirts, I am yet another hat, rain (I'll talk to my ananlista this obsession with hats, rain ...)
In the evening we arrive at the hotel which is dark.
E 'in the evening just to give us a second dinner at the Brazilian restaurant (Emporium Brasil - 15 West 46th Street - NY): the best meat ever eaten accompanied by a pleasant beer!

The Bronx!

Today, the Bronx.
It's nothing terrible, at least at first sight.
Visit the zoo, which confirms the ability of the sublime Ameicani make beautiful reconstructions artificial beginning to understand that for them the concept of "conservation" must seem rather curious.
I, then, I go by bus insists on City Island.
We arrive with many vicissitudes.
It 'pretty, a fishing village graced by Victorian houses with lots of green lawn just a few blocks from the metropolis.
The terrible thing is that there is a meter of beach or stroll along the beach access.
The whole coast is privatized: each house has its own piece of beach and the others ... that if you buy!
In return the park before reaching the island is very beautiful and there are many beaches accessible. Unfortunately we see them only from the bus.
Evening in another Irish pub where Guinness has returned twice to our table ...

Greeting NY from Brooklyn bridge

Last day in NY.
Discover Central State and its refined Supermarket.
Waiver to a "Royal Shaving" for $ 55 (sic), but landed in a pretty stationery una'genda where Hector is son to give to mate her mother (it is urgent to invent short names for these new relationships ...).
We aim to Brooklyn Bridge.
We arrive without a hitch because now the Subway, although it is badly organized, has no more secrets for us.
Walk over the bridge accompanied by photographs of ritual: the landscape is really beautiful, and the city is the landscape.
Return to the hotel to change: tornatoil sun and with it the heat, we sweat soaked.
Packed with a ospiedino of grilled meat bought on the street: they laughed because I asked for the beer, perhaps they are Muslims.
I will refer this evening.
Afternoon dedicated to Central Park. We play in a meadow green and immense, enjoying the grass with bare feet thick and fresh.
We play with the baseball glove that we bought on the street yesterday to $ 10 (cost 60 Euro in Italy) and a ball that Hector had already bought the first day (he will talk in future with his analyst with his attraction to any kind of ball ...)
Back at the hotel we fight a bit 'because I'm tired and my back back to hurt is because he does not realize the effort that cost me organize everything, day by day.
After the shower the hearts melt and sheathe their knives, take a little 'ingiro each other.
We return all'Emporiium Brasil, a little 'because you eat well, a little' because we like to be treated by now used to it.
After the nth observation of how there are more that homosexual and heterosexual in NY after the final confirmation that there eats really well, we'll go with the warm greetings of the waiter (maybe too warm, now I think ...)
Suitcases and nanna.

A flaming red Chevy.

Greet NY; happy to have met her, but no regrets in leaving it.
Too much noise, too much confusion, too many people ... too!
Smoothly back to the airport and there is no waiting for our car, the one who will take us to cross at least four states in the coming days.
E 'a red Chevrolet brand, which seems just out of the dealer.
I booked and paid a mid-class car and I find a vehicle roomy, comfortable, even luxurious in the various options the accompanying.
Even the satellite navigation system is in place, but with him things did not start well.
After the exit from the airport starting to miss a turn after another, coming undone in the certainty that we will end our days in that inextricable labyrinth of streets and freeways that seem to stifle the suburbs of Newark and NEW YORK.
Then we begin to understand each other better with the "lady of the navigator" and a couple of turns just right lead us out of Newark.
There is still correct my unfortunate choice: I told the "lady" to avoid highways, in a fit of bucolic romance.
The first hour is spent at a crawl to pass through unknown countries alike: time for Buffalo over 8 hours!
When defeated, I tell her to use the highways magically reduces the time of three hours and begin to travel really.
Moreover American highways, beautiful, cost almost nothing today for 300 miles we spent 2 or $ 3.
Stop in a town along the highway, where once again we are surprised by how huge the portions are everywhere and then on, without stopping, up to Buffalo.
We arrived after dark, after 9 hours of travel.
We can only find a suite at $ 160! Patience
Hector enjoys the luxury with enthusiasm and I hope that the director of my bank is in a good mood when the request comes from my credit card.
We finish the day with a heroically bucks a couple of km to find the mythical "Anchor Bar", reported by the guide as the place where they invented the now famous "Hot fried chicken wings."
We find him at 22.30 and miraculous, we are served with a sumptuous platter topped with enormous wings, 20 chicken, two Cokes and two beers on tap.
Achieve both the ecstasy for just $ 25 ...

Disappointing Niagara Falls

You start eating again.
This time it's a hearty breakfast included in the $ 160 Suite.
Ben sated we move to Niagara Falls.
Upon arrival, the disappointment is great.
We accept a grotesque "circus" tended to squeeze as much money as possible to the tourists.
There are so many self-styled "visitors center" and "Falls Access", we can not find the actual waterfalls. In every place where we stop trying to convince us to buy "very favorable" packages for the visit, which will reveal the actual bin.
We finally find the true input and understands them to pass our $ 28 (the great offers of course, were around $ 60).
As soon as we see the falls, along the river, we are a bit 'disappointed: "Carine" - says Hector.
The frenzy breaks out when we are just below this incredible mass of water powerful and thunderous, accompanied on the ships "Maid of the Mist."
It 'really a breathtaking spectacle.
Yet we allow ourselves the "Caves of the Wind", which is protected path that leads close to the fall of water and then back to our car with the desire to leave.
Snack at 16 with Coke and Apple pie consumed in a deserted parking lot and then all the way that we can to Cleveland.
Esco to Springfiel, thinking it is that of Simson, but it is only Adeline.
Discover a lovely little town, that seems to come from Telefilms of "Murder, She Wrote."
A guy with two children spends itself over every Italian sense to find addresses of hotels or B & B.
Eventually found the B & B "Four Creeks" in Girard.
It 'delicious.
We are so happy that we tolerate the fact to find all the restaurants are already closed at 21.30, save an Italian restaurant, very sad, that still serves us as they are already sbaraccando.
The warmth never fails: this time missing the beer.
Hector is allowed a moment of discomfort for his hands are again worse: Psoriasis is a really ugly beast.
Gripped my heart and I admire him so much for the fortitude that proves it.
I find myself thinking that Hector is a great person, a most loving son and a perfect travel companion ...

Northwards!!!

At breakfast we fully appreciate the English style of our B & B: Then we discover that the lady is a subject of Her Majesty the Queen, transplanted in the U.S..
Let's go to Cleveland, but it never arrives.
We consult the map and we have a better sense of discouragement, perhaps the distances are too large to deal with them in the car as we want to do us ...
We turn then to the trusty "Miss", which we supplied and she tells us that in eight hours we reach the top of Lake Michigan.
We decided to sacrifice one more day to grind km, delaying the meeting with the lakes when we are really in the North.
Across one stretch, just enough time to verify if indeed the Burger King burgers are better than those of Mc Donald (Hector says yes, licking his chops seasoned sauces from unknown americanissimo out of the sandwich).
18.00 am attracted by the name of the place: Waters.
I decide to leave the highway to try to sleep.
Intuition paid off.
It 'a very quiet village on the lake, those who attend Mickey Mouse and Goofy when they go fishing.
Find now "Waters Inn", which for $ 45 gives us a spacious room with two huge wooden Queen beds.
Before dinner, finally, Lake (here should be the Huron).
E 'lovely sunset and green.
Hector throws a stone to see them jump to the surface of the water: and I was happy as well.
Let's go eat in the only restaurant in the country.
This time it seems the place where he amuses the evening, the Walker Texas Ranger ": counter, frozen beer, billiards and a waitress smiling but brisk.
We grant both a 8 oz steak with a side of delicious red potatoes with butter (and so happy we even Tex Willer and Pat Carson ...)
I washed down with two beers, Hector, poor fellow, with his Coke.
At bedtime, not without a bit 'Baseball on TV ...

Rainy day at the lake side.

Rain as if it were to ever stop.
Today was planned a bicycle tour on Machinack Island ...
We start Mogi, Mogi.
Depression increases eating breakfast on the street: a dessert served to us that we will ultimately digest just before dinner.
We arrive at Machinaw City in the rain.
In desperation, after watching from where we had to leave by boat for our lovely little island, we go into a shop that makes BALANCES.
So we save the day.
It 'a flood of purchases at prices that seem torn.
We leave with a bag packed, depression behind and in front of a worrying future: how we feel all those things in a suitcase??
Meanwhile, when the sun and so we head to Traverse City, where we place in a lodge right on the beach.
The price is reasonable and the girl at reception, who said his name was Irene, shows some interest in me.
Will be small, it will be fat, but I fell in love immediately and erase from my heart the waitress last night.
We rent two kayaks and pagaiamo a bit 'on the lake. Then a bath to expel the heat that day, became overwhelming.
Dinner in a brewery fish and excellent beer.

Through dunes and sleeping bears

Breakfast included in price (which later proved to be less reasonable than what I understand ...) and basis for the "Sleeping Bear Dunes Shore Park.
It's raining again, but now no longer allow ourselves to be discouraged.
The park is beautiful and the very organized, if one ever wants to not raise his ass out of the car!
We, however, the get up several times.
The landscape is strange and fascinating sand dunes near the lake and the forest behind.
When we read on the path to walk on the dune is 450 ft high and is so steep that they absolutely do not recommend the descent, Hector can not avoid the challenge and launched into a difficult descent to become a small dot that bathes feet in the lake down there.
The dot then arrancherà not a little, up that slope landslide and nearly vertical, before returning to look like my son is shirtless, his face flushed and of those who would say "Do not ask questions, that I breath ... but I did it! "
From then on, the visit is simply a corollary to self adulation of Hector, who is pleased for his courage and his force (obvious comparisons with myself ...)
We finish with a flourish, going over another high dune, which gives access to a vast sandy plateau. We pull out our boomerang and we are looking for.
E 'tornato the sun and for us it is time to resume the drive to Munising.
I thought it was closer and instead it takes 5 hours and 1 / 2 of travel.
Tired we stop a little bit earlier, in a village stray: Seney.
Hotels in little money and dinner in a bar, which seems to Homer Simson (Seney Bar, of course).
We eat fried stuff and a bit 'sloppy, but admiring three deer heads and two stuffed salmon. Other table a group of natives drinking beer and playing a kind of Bingo.

Astonishment on the river.

Breakfast courage on the part of Hector: 4 sausages and 6 French Toasts. I order a muffin, which in NY was a sweet, and I find myself just a sandwich and buttered toast: I console myself with a sausage of Hector.
We arrived in Munising with the idea of making a boat trip from the lake to visit the Pictured Rocks.
Information Center to see a brochure of canoeing: a flash in unison through me and Hector.
Forgot your cruise we are launching the search for Au Train, where we find the point of hire.
With a bit 'of trouble we find it. We need a big guy as big as an oak, but with the vitality of a potato.
On the other hand, despite never smiles, and we rent a canoe for just $ 21, brings us by car to the starting point was a tour in the river would take us in 3-4 hours where we left our fireball red.
Start with ...!
After a moment of awkwardness predictable, as we paddle two Indians Hurons on our beautiful Canadian canoe.
The river seems detached from a dream, those dreams that you do when you are just fine. The water is crystal clear on the bottom a fine sand.
The banks are lined with lush forest: the trees overlooking the river, bow in the strangest ways.
Many of them die right there, the river, and leave their bleached skeletons to mark the gentle current of water.
Sometimes the bank expands into wider creek with water weeds and water lilies, the water turtles basking on logs calcined and dive to our arrival.
Every so often a wild duck.
Ducks should not be the only birds around here, because in the silence of our paddle we are accompanied by several verses from the forest.
Sometimes a small beach of sand: the first successful docking and magiamo a bite.
Midway through us stranded on a trunk that, from below, is likely to make us flip.
Are moments of panic on the boat there are phone, camera, money and passports! Hector takes a hindrance to us building a thin thread and with that being able to claw a branch outcropping, which allows us to refloat.
After the fear, absolutely elated, we decide to swim in the stream. I bared; Hector keeps wearing underpants, demurely.
And 'beautiful to feel surrounded by that water cool and clear, that smacks of good things.
We leave and arrive at their destination greeted by the flight of a large heron.
Bellissimo!
After another car bucks (3 hours) we arrive at the "Sunshine Hotel Ontanagon.
The owner is a nice fat, which explains how to visit the "Wildlife Porcuspine Mountains National Park" and assures us that we encounter bears, deer, eagles and, if we're lucky, even Wolves is one of the most wild and pristine North America .
Big dinner, once again the meat, which we washed down with drinks.
With Pepsi in the stomach I write these notes and then bed.

Wild zones for the boy scouts.

Hearty breakfast for us both this morning: we have to go to the mountains!
More than a mountain it can be, at best, define a hilly area.
Then it describes as an area totally wild, instead here is the U.S. organization on time, providing you with maps and information (even instructions as "disposed of" any human excrement) and allows you to reach by car the most interesting of the park.
When we step on a path that can be explored on foot, admiring the fact that the forest is actually left on every tree that falls, stays there, waiting to become humus.
Walk in this beautiful forest, dense, comforts us a bit '.
Here live brown bears, wolves, eagles and deer in abundance: we come across two baby deer and we see some eagles circling, bears and wolves even the shadow.
The landscapes that are available to view at the points suggested are really incredible, do not you just turn around to look at the parking lot behind him.
Over the case, earlier than expected, our tour we manage to scrounge dinner, participating in the "Community Picnic" to celebrate Labor Day, the small community of Ontanagon offers to all hot dog at will.
After witnessing the meal with a smile at the annual racing mowers ...!
It 'still early so Hector wants me to go to the Lake Superior shore to watch the sunset.
It 'an evening cool and very windy.
The lake is crossed by foaming waves.
The beach is wonderful: very white, the eye and strewn with twisted trunks and calcined by the sun and time.
Hector, little by little, he completely loses in a thousand games invented in the sand.
After more than an hour he says. "If I am on a beach and there is nobody to see me I'm going back just a small ..."
I like to see him so it is really vital and happy to live as a child.
I also like that does not feel my presence as a disorder: I think it's a great honor for a father to live in a time like this with your son ...

Harley & Davidson

Road, street, yet only road.
Five and a half hours to get to Milwaukee, interrupted only by a quick picnic to avoid the fast food indigestible.
Arriving in Milwaukee is shocking to me that I drive like every arrival in a big city highways and thousands of branches that overlap, impatient traffic, which gives me time to understand what the turning point marked by "Miss" GPS junctions paranormal abilities that require complicated to navigate.
Somehow we get near the airport where we know there the cheapest motels.
We stop at the Super 8 Motel, "which reveals a respectable accommodation: $ 84 including breakfast.
We wash and then off to look for dinner.
Dappria we end in a place where they do not want to let Hector because minor.
We turn heels, but we do not find anything convincing.
I decide to go for broke and groped of shooting on the highway to search for a central district: now are 10.00.
Even our trusty "Miss" is lost and, tentatively, we get somewhere.
We are disheartened and tired ...
Down the street, suddenly, a miracle: a bevy of Harley & Davidson parked and a strong music.
We park and a little 'faltering, we make way through a throng of colorful characters including at least half weigh three times myself.
I tatuagi compete with black bandannas and beards and hair cuts among the most original.
In each hand a bottle of beer. Total: two per person!
Hector recommends me not to look at the breasts of any woman even close to a motorcyclist. I find myself more than ever, agree and try to fix the gap in front of me.
After a while 'we begin to feel at ease and we really like being there.
Hector forgets even to be hungry. Try hard and found a restaurant where a cook knows well: for both fish and a delicious craft beer (actually, two ...). Milwaukee is famous for the bikes and beer.
After dinner, yet amid the mad biker, who play to cover the sound of huge amplifiers of the group that plays with the roar of their bikes, a delusion!
Hector is yet another shirt that makes him fall in love.
Let's go home excited by so much exaggeration and a great desire to play.

In the tender world of Amish

Another day of travel: the penultimate.
A traffic jam in Chicago makes us lose an hour and so we arrive in Ohio, the land of the Amish, right at sunset.
It 'a place that smells like things simple and good.
Earth dispenses its smells better, hay, grass, animals.
The villages, crossed all the way to latch, are small enough to be cared for down to the details.
Every house, from the modest to the most luxurious, has its beautiful green lawn, which seems just shorn, at least one large tree to give shade and make history, veranda with rocking chair or bench.
Arriving near Millersburg encounter the first carriage pulled by horses, is testimony to the radical choice of these people came from Switzerland and Germany in the nineteenth century, who reject modern technology judging the life that comes not harmonious with the Gospel.
Hotel Millersburg, for another very fascinating, the guide advises us, is closed.
We still rely on a time to the "Miss" GPS, which, calmly guiding us to the "Comfort Suites" in Berlin.
Almost luxury for $ 86: there is also a swimming pool and we have so much space that we can live in four in that room.
Dinner in a nice "Coffee Bar" because, of course, the restaurants closed at 20.00.
Stroll under the stars and then to bed.

Last emotions.

Morning username Amish country is very pleasant.
The festive atmosphere amplifies the pleasant sensations already experienced yesterday at dusk.
Seems to move in a world untouched, still pure.
Everything is simple and beautiful: even the children playing in the yards or banquets of vegetables dressed like the children of two hundred years ago, even the couples that we march alongside their carriages and that seems to come from the set of "A House on the Prairie .
We get lost in the vast emporium "Leheman's" there you sell items, tools, furniture, games, clothes that would feel at ease our great-grandparents.
Without realizing Finama to buy things for $ 100: in the U.S. are all just good at selling!
Pleasant lunch in Berlin, where I fell in love maid of yet (this is really special though ...) and where we can chat with a big man with a long beard amish-eyed good. With him, his wife and four children. Tells us that they continue to speak all German. Then regrets for us Italians, as I explain myself, find it difficult to raise a child, let alone four.
After lunch a boring trip to 7 hours to Newark.
When, now evening, we find ourselves trapped in traffic jam for return (did the three days of celebration of Labor Day), we decide to leave.
Find a bed in a motel in the chain "Days Inn".
It 'amazing!
He even at the pool, plus spacious and clean.
Standing near an Indian restaurant where a meal in a remarkably well-cooked and served with exquisite courtesy.
Emphasize that we are in a motel on the highway ...
Final fight to stay out of suitcases and collapsed to sleep.

Coming back.

Managed to bring the car in Newark, "Miss" including half an hour earlier than expected.
Gives a certain degree of satisfaction on the receipt that we have come to read 3219 Miles: we are the great travelers.
Orient in the airport, now is a breeze.
We just have to win more boredom than 7 hours of waiting and then fly home.