The windows of the Montreal Ritz-Carlton looked out this morning to a proper dreary day. Probably the first such day of this leg of the tour. It was cold and very wet. Our departure was a little earlier to allow for any immigration hold-ups flying into Boston, Logan airport. I found Jim in the Gym and we pounded and sweated on adjacent treadmills and I headed for the room for customary breakfast, shower, packing and other general nonsense. The crew by this time were well into their load-in having dealt with immigration at 3am, no fun.
Two of our three cars arrived airside, at the plane and it soon transpired that the third car had been pulled over by the police. Not much information filtered through as the officer and driver were communicating in French. It appeared there may have been a speeding violation but one of the other cars was sent back to collect our boys. There goes our immigration leeway.
On the plane, Debbie served plates of slightly over complicated Sushi rolls. I noticed this in Vancouver, the Sushi roll selections now are more and more varied and complex, gone are the days of just California roll or Tekka an Kappa Maki. How long will it be before Key lime pie and Graham cracker inverted-rolls?
We landed at Logan and taxi’d to our stand where we were met by an immigration officer who said we needed to be processed in the main terminal, we were driven over there in a van designed to seat 4 people so most of us were standing precariously. The security doors on the building are on a timer, you have 20 seconds to get through or all hell breaks loose – apparently. We experienced this process once before and I seem to remember our escort getting lost. Luckily when we got to the immigration hall, we were between inbound flights so it was empty apart from about a dozen officers milling around. We were dealt with efficiently and were on our way without any difficulty.