At 2:40 am, we headed from Malta for Rome. On the seat of the airlines was the local British newspaper with headlines reading: “No Mercy: As second massive blitz hits the Taliban, Blair warns Britain to expect reprisals”. Not the most reassuring headline.
We arrived in Gatwick at 5:00 am and took the bus to Heathrow for yet another wait in the shopping lounge. Our flight to Boston was checked in and we were put in a holding area waiting to bus to the 747. We saw a very frightening looking man- Arabic, stubble on his face, dressed in a frumpy gray suit. In the holding area, he stared straight ahead- not looking at anyone or anything. When they called us for the bus, he stayed in his seat. What a creepy feeling. John called him “Terrique”. Upon arrival in Boston, everyone anxiously got up to leave when we got to the gate. The captain came on telling us that they were going to be holding us in the plane for a while. After a few minutes passed, we were told that we could exit, but needed to show our passports at the airplane door to US Immigration. Low and behold, when we got through Customs, there was Terrique sitting in the INS holding pen. We never did find out who he was…..
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