Jan: Gavin is going to California. Bloody airline website won’t let me check in; error message is uselessly vague. Sigh. Airport. Lady on the desk asks for my ESTA confirmation. Takes me ages to find the two numbers you need to log in, so she gets bored and overrides the message and waves me through. I then see that actually I don’t have an ESTA. I apply for one sweating in the security queue. Comes through 67 minutes later, when I’m nearing the front of the boarding queue at the gate. ...
