Well, I'm here, and it's rather hot!! Had not such a good flight as the pilot had to abort the landing as he saw some debris on the runway. We then had a bumpy second attempt and the girl sitting next to me was sick. That could of course be due to the fact that she'd endured talking to me for the past few hours, but I prefer to think not.
On the plus side, I managed to drag lots of "Americanisms" out of her, and at one point she actually said "great job" in all seriousness. Good work. She didn't know what the Mason-Dixon Line was though, which was a tad disappointing (for those of you who don't know, it's my standard question for all Americans - answers on a postcard please).
So I made it to the hostel, and Sam was actually there (wondered whether he was joking about coming to Chicago with me after all).
I'm now being rushed as the first act of the blues festival is on in 15 mins. Better go.
More to follow...
TTFN
