Boston; Thursday, 29 March, 2018

I finished work just in time before the taxi arrived early to take me to the airport. It was thankful it was a little early as the route the driver took was a little obscure and didn’t save any time – if anything it took longer than going the normal route.

Thankfully I had lots of time, so it wasn’t too much of an issue. We eventually arrived at the airport and I checked in and dropped off my bags before making my way through to the lounge.

The gate was announced about an hour before we were due to depart, but even taking the slow route via the walkway rather than the shuttle I still arrived long before boarding started, it being delayed by the caterers being late loading the lunches.

We eventually got away about 15 minutes late and had a lengthy taxi round the airfield before we finally took off nearly an hour after our original push back time.

It was a smooth flight across the Atlantic, and with a good tail wind we made it to the gate at Boston about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. A quick and painless trip through US immigration and baggage reclaim and I was at the bus stop for the shuttle to the metro less than 30 minutes after the planes wheels had originally hit the runway.

I caught the shuttle bus from the terminal round to the Blue line metro station and then picked up the subway into the centre of Boston before walking the last couple of hundred yards to the hotel and checking in.

Checked in, and with my stuff dumped in my room I headed back out to quickly grab a bite to eat as it was still only about 9pm local time – even if every ounce of my body was complaining that it felt much more like 2am.

I had a quick bite to eat and then headed back to my room to turn in.