Considering the blubbering mess I’ve been for the past few weeks I was pretty chilled leaving the tarmac on Manchester airport. When I looked out of the window as we were climbing through the fine rain I saw a full rainbow for the first time, echalente. The guy next to me was from Dallas and had just been buying tractor engines in Huddersfield for Bell Helicopters. I know we’re in a recession but I don’t know how happy I am about helicopters being fitted with some Emley Moor farmer’s old tractor engine. After a brief chat (accompanied with photos) about his pepper garden back in Dallas we buried our heads in our books – mine full of pearls of wisdom from the Sir Richard Smug Branson, and his, The Chilli Monthly, full of interesting things to do with chilli peppers.
A rather uneventful transfer and flight from Chicago later, I touched down into Denver. I was greeted by blue skies, 25 degree sunshine and the rocky mountains in the hazy distance. So far so good. I was a bit early for my bus so I started chatting to one of the shuttle bus drivers. Turned out he was from Iraq and thought I was from Australia – I think the northern English accent doesn’t quite fit with the Bond/Hugh Grant stereotype. He was telling me about his studies and asking what I did. He seemed concerned that I may have been working too hard and not getting enough ‘boom boom’ as he put it. I assured him I played hard too, but he’s probably right – note to self: work less, play harder. He welcomed me to America and sped off. It’s a bit random being welcomed into the US by an Iraqi.
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boom boom... brilliant!
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