5500 Miles Westward
Seven hours into the flight and sixty-five thousand feet up in the air I realised three things to myself; this is the furthest point away from the UK I had ever been before, I was in this alone and lastly 'holy shit I'm in a metal tube hurtling through the sky at near enough 1000kph, this is some unnatural shit!' Looking out the window I saw the remote flat tundra transform to smooth hills and eventually the start of the Rockies, quite the spectacle. You could see the landscape change as the impact of human developments sprang into view in the flat deserts and beyond into the californian coast and down to the ridiculously large sprawl of Los Angeles.
Clammy hands and anxiety quashed, I began to think about the jouney ahead and what sorts of things I'd experience in the USA. Looking at the inflight map I saw we had entered US airspace, whatever the states had to offer was a matter of hours away. Everyone has preconceptions of what a place will be like if they've never been there before, people have said each state in the US seems like a slightly different country, such a strange concept but something I would just have to experience by myself...
Stepping off the plane, the journey had begun.
