So onto the USA... We left David & Neva's house just after lunch to make our way back to Toronto Pearson Airport. Although I had mastered luggage / Jeep bootspace issues, Ellison decided to travel in David's car. This would have been fine had we not got separated in the airport and lost them both for an hour!
Reunited - via an airport wide announcement - Ellison and David met up with a slightly cross and relieved Lynda and the rest of us by the check in desk. Because we go through US immigration and customs in Toronto, the desk clerk handed Lynda 6 forms to fill in, 1 customs declaration and 5 green visa-waiver forms. After much form filling and moaning, Lynda and the rest of us were ready to say googdbye and thanks to David and go through passport control.
US immigration required Dan and Lynda's fingerprints and photos, but as I was in San Diego only a few months back my details were already on record so I was fast-tracked.
On to the gate where Lynda came face to face with the tiny little jet that was going to be taking us to Chicago. Much "Rescue Remedy" was consumed. For such a small plane, the flight was suprisingly smooth, but as we had been delayed prior to take off, we did not have much time to get to out connecting gate in Chicago airport. Chicago O'Hare is not the smallest of airports either.
As we had missed lunch while looking for David and Ellison, and beacuse we weren't going to be fed on the Chicago - San Francisco flight, I grabbed a couple of pizzas and cokes at the handily placed Food Court next to the gate and we ate quickly with 3 minutes until boarding.
We sat on-board and on the tarmac for an hour and watched passengers come and go at their own lesiurly pace, trying to fit the largest pieces of "hand luggage" I have ever seen into the already full overhead lockers. The cabin crew the ask the guy who had no ticket or boaring pass to get off the plane and we were finally on our way.
Things were pretty smooth after that, but Ellison was not impressed with the plane as it had shared video and only one movie. Still it delivered us safely to San Francisco, where we caught our waiting shuttle bus to the Hotel; "Hotel Le-Posh" as the boys call it.