12th January, 2008
On a pleasant day (for January) a handsome male landed on the shores of the U S of A and set the shores afire. (Ok, not sooo handsome, but close). (And that sounds like Hanuman in Lanka so I take back my opening line.)
Jet-lagged male clutches passport, visa page open, I-94 filled in, ready to face the visa officer, the customs officer and any other mutants in the way.
“Why do you want to enter the United States?”
Since I already cleared the visa interview this seemed to be an overkill. And yes, I had answered NO to the “Are you a terrorist?” question. (What happens to people who check YES there….?)
So finally he was wooed by the looks of me, and seemed convinced that I was a bon-a-fide business traveller, and hence he allowed me to pass. Ditto customs. Ditto security. Past the luggage belt and right into the pleasant day I was talking about.
Big airport. Small man. Armed with instructions.
Caught the super shuttle to Pleasanton.
Here are some of the sights of a country of bounty:
January 25, 2008 at 8:51 pm |
Hi Ketan…nice detailed description. Was real delight to read the same. Take care & enjoy.