Dulles, Virginia
The eight hour flight with my two work colleagues to Washington DC flies by as Panos and I gulp down mini bottles of wine like they are shots of tequila. The British Airways crew are quite keen to join in the fun. When we’re discussing the potential problems of driving in the snow, we say that an extra inch is going to make all the difference. “I couldn’t agree more!” Quips the air hostess as she scuttles past…
Of the six British Airways flights to DC in the next 48 hours, ours is the only one which isn’t cancelled. The snow storms on the east coast are raging, but we seem to have slipped in before it really starts to pelt it down with snow. The three of us find the hotel and from the bar window we watch the layers of snow build up, lowering the chances of leaving the hotel tomorrow. It turns out to be a hugely relaxing weekend. Despite the roads being completely blocked (and the weather channel being the only tv station working), we take advantage of pool, jacuzzi, gym, bar, movies and restaurant for the next two days, before our three hour drive to Harrisonburg, Virginia.
Virginia, New York
Following the crazy drive to Virginia, a few days of work, a few too many beers and winning over $100 on the Super Bowl, we hit the road again for the six hour drive to New York City. I pass through Maryland and Pennsylvania before seeing the skyline of my favourite city outside of Europe. It’s always a jaw dropping site and I’ve got to give full marks to my mate Alex, who drives the final few kilometres into central Manhattan.