Monday, 4th August. 3.05 am. Seriously, did we get up at 1.00 am? Yes, and now that it’s 8 pm New York time and I am still awake, it’s a bit of a miracle.
The journey from Gatwick was uneventful. The 767s from Delta have more legroom than the Air Canada ones I am used to travelling on, but the seats woefully lack padding, resulting in a pair of seriously numb derrière’s.

To avoid some of the bad air, we flew slightly further North than planned and over Greenland, the air was clear and very little cloud. We could clearly see the glaciers entering the sea.

JFK airport has to be one of the least inspiring airports I have ever been to. I think they never bothered to finish it. New York taxis are not the vehicles I had in mind. I was still expecting to see the Ford Crown Victorias and not the Nissan NV200s that are everywhere.