Los Angeles

The plane flew from Heathrow. I knew it was to be a twelve hour flight, and settled down.

Iceland … Icebergs in the sea … Greenland, very white, more sea… Hudson Bay, then Canada, north to south, east to west.

The United States, down the west coast to Los Angeles.

I had slept for some of the flight, but was happy when we landed.

A few of us were transit passengers…in the airport, we were escorted to a room where we were ‘greeted’ by three heavily armed guards and locked in.

The guards stayed, their machine guns ‘at the ready’!